The Session

[Verse 1]

It was 6 o'clock in the eve, we thinkin' 'bout goin' H.A.M

Shots of New Amsterdam

And Key was rolling the trees

A couple shorties came through, shoulders cold as the breeze

Added a liquor shoulders increases a couple degrees

We chillin'

We laughin, We feelin'

Immaculate pad is full of some batches and bitches

Lookin' for bachelorette to doc the dab master

The ought of a first impression

I cracked a joke and she smiled and we got right back to the session

We vibin' to Mrs. Badu

Open another a bottle

Them hoes was a couple 7's and now they lookin' like models

Comfortable in her skirt

Shoulders had mellowed out

Drinks was startin' to work

Shorty was still sittin' but hips had started to twerk

Twerk

Shorty twerk

Work

Shorty work

Now peep how shit change when shoulders start to relax might lead to deep strains

And necks and arched backs might keys and key-chains

Get left

A text

In all caps that said

"Aw damn I left it"

And I be thinkin' to myself

"Aw damn my sessions" (x3)

Fool

[Chorus 1]

We wasn't doin' shit

Sittin' in the crib

Niggas came through, fucked around and made it a session (x3)

(x2)

[Chorus 2]

Bring a bottle

Bring some tree

Bring some shorties if you fuckin' with the free

Or be a boss, nigga bring all three

(x2)

[Verse 2]

The other night you woulda swore that we blew up

All my peoples 'round me, all this liquor on the table I was drinkin' till I threw up

Bottle in my hands told my mans pour me two up

Dapper niggas here, dope, V-Necks and crew cuts

Reset

We blew up, no recess

We too close and too Free

No deals not even close

Not even pull hoes, No Bruce Lee

More Ryu, we kicked it

Had golden and purple and light green prescriptions

Then rolled 'em and burned 'em, it might be the symptoms

That got me afloat, fool

[Chorus 2]

[Chorus 1]

[Outro]

FTMG, bro