Chuck Inglish - H.M.U. lyrics

[Verse 1:] Good morning, let's tell a great story Stick to the script, Paper bags on a forty Twist the cap off, We in the backyard, foolin' Shorty, can you break this down for me? Marinate somethin' to grill Then we break bread, cause it goes with the meal Have a few beers, raise your gla** then cheers Now I gotta piss, but I ain't breakin' the seal Grab the deck of cards, we can sit right here n***a, look like the dog sh** right there The vibe so right, the girls can't stand still Every little thing I do is so for real Just relax, reminisce on how we got here No guilt, no what-ifs just kick it and chill Let em in, you know who it is Girlfriends' girlfriends, and them fly a** twins [Hook:] And we bouncin' Hit me up though, Hit me up though We had a good time, we gotta hit the road But hit me up though, hit me up though For sure, alright, alright [Verse 2:] You good? You need something? Make yourself at home, we got the tree comin' My homie grow his own, OG Sum I think he called it Le-Chron James Cali got the craziest [?] If it ain't from round here, then you ain't smokin' the same All-Wheel Drive when I steer, kinda slow I ain't had a ticket in years But when you get here, we gon' pull up a chair When the record start playin', we be busy in there Peepin', it's like the best kept secret Shake away my mans and my hat say treated Aw yeah, my flight leave next weekend From what I readin', they got the best seafood That's just what we do I'm gettin' love out here And they said "me too" And it don't stop, word, mic check one-two [Hook]