Lyrics: Alyssa Stephens/David L. Doman/Gloria Woods/Paul Beauregard/Darnell Carlton/Ricky Dunigan/Jordan Houston/Mitchell Chantrelle/Robert Phillips
Music: Alyssa Stephens/David L. Doman/Gloria Woods/Paul Beauregard/Darnell Carlton/Ricky Dunigan/Jordan Houston/Mitchell Chantrelle/Robert Phillips
Man I'm in the VIP I done walked straight past you h*es
Bitch, you see me
I ain't seen you wait up bitch
D.a. got that dope
**** the club up (**** the club up
**** the club up (**** the club up
I might stand up on yo' shit and **** a dub up (shit
**** the club up (**** the club up
**** the club up (**** the club up
I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug u (bitch)
Tear the club down (**** it u)
Stamp a hoe yeah (**** it u)
Stand up in these new Bottega **** your damn couch (**** it u)
Start a bottle war, these niggas barely keeping up (Yeah ho)
Muggin' like they want some smoke but they ain't deep enough
They weak as shit
Young ratchet rich and I'm rude as shit, these niggas know what's up
Came in a bit with a stick, don't at me bitch, you know it's tough (Grr)
Hottest in my city, **** me, any diamond hit it
And I run up on big Latto, give no **** about no image
Throw them once
**** that flow
Try that bitch
**** that ho
You could get yo' ass beat up right here and take this shit to go
Throw them once
**** that flow
Try the bitch
**** that ho
And security can't even say yo' a*s they know I'm
**** the club up (**** the club up
**** the club up (**** the club up
I might stand up on yo' shit and **** a dub up (shit
**** the club up (**** the club up
**** the club up (**** the club up
GloRilla
I might go up in your shit you tryna mug u
I can't walk up in the club if I ain't get the Birkin (Give me that)
They was at the club on live we caught them ******* lackin' (Cap)
And then we deep up in his booth we posted like "What's happenin'" (What up)
I pray to God a ho don't run up on my ****ing check (Three thousand
Ayy I told them folks to Google me or somethin'
'Cause I don't show ID (What up)
And I don't give my number out in clubs they gotta follow me (On IG)
Phone calls full of shooters just in case they try to follow me (Huh)
Keep them pistols in the party we don't go by policies (We don't do that)
And we in the club we d**g you like a Pharmacy
Strictly popping off on niggas we not Ari (Why they do that
Walk up in your party make that bitch my party (On Gang
And we just spiced it up and got them ****ing saucy (On Gang
**** the club up (**** the club up
**** the club up (**** the club up
I might stand up on yo' shit and **** a dub up (shit
**** the club up (**** the club
**** the club up (Yeah **** the club
I might go up in your shit you tryna mug u
**** the club up (**** the club up
**** the club up (**** the club up
I might stand up on yo' shit and **** a dub up (shit
**** the club up (Yeah **** the club
**** the club up (Yeah **** the club
I might go up in your shit, you tryna mug u (bitch)
Yeah ho
**** it u
**** it u
Yeah ho
**** it u