And my b*tch bad, I cannot complain (Yuh)
These ni**as goin' out like lames (sh*t)
They've been tryna ride my wave
It was a late night on the third
Bottles and B&Bs, we on the top floor
Sometimes i’m so insecure
See through you ni**as weaving with
All my eyes closed
Going up, why the popping bottles? We going
Whip, whip