"Clubbin' & Chaos" lyrics
Uh! (Uh)
We ain't the ones to fool wit'
Back on that party hard and bullshit
Yo!
Bottles at the VMA like Kanye (Kanye)
Blue and orange bomber at the Barclays
Saturdays we bring the K out like Deontay
Fillet cut on the china sticky chron' plate (Uh)
PLK I push the bar up til' the bar breaks (Uh)
Set my throne in competition sippin' stomped grapes (Yeah)
My niggas gang related Banko good with all colors
All they know is shoot, pass, and steal like the Ball brothers (Yeah!)
Traditional shoppin' sprees made the mall love us
Rough sex hundred designer fall covers
(Uh Huh)
Chronic for months lobster for tour supper
(Tour supper)
Cocaine marble hundreds to the floor buffer (Uh)
You was never my man dawg you a tour jumper (Uh)
And I wouldn't give a fuck if the four slump ya (Uh)
My lil man a loose cannon he bout that action (Yeah)
Run around with more tear drops than Mark Jackson
I blame the mediocre for slippin' I start laxin'
Gotta automatic son end games like John Paxson
Death to the opp that's ever played me out to cease
Gucci hair bows before my baby had her teeth
Loui bottoms on eleven five a piece
Invest in a nigga gift windmills like Dominique
Everything in double refills two times a week
Thank you letters til' the legends get rid of the obsolete
Fuck being a runner up (fuck that)
I got my eyes on the prize still another day another buck
Droppin' in the winter fuck the summer up
(Summer up)
They won't never treat you like you one of us
Got the heart of a spartan who wan' battle?
Diamonds so bright they sparkle in my shadow, rap double barrel (ooh)
Feels like a monster when the trouble grab you
For anybody wanna take it there I love to travel (Yeah)
It nothing like foreigns they hug the avenue
I'm shittin' your hood is my public bathroom
Bitch told me to go to hell shit I been there and left it
Flow so godly it wasn't nothin' to clear the exit (Uh)
He claim he a rider nobody know em' (know em)
Think they can sit anywhere til you throw em'
Send for my bitch ima have her write you a poem
Pistols of chrome bullets of gold don't make me throw em' (Ah)
Woke up by a money machine hell of a listen (Shh)
And I ain't givin' nobody dap my palm is itchin'
You been tellin' niggas business so long ya calm snitchin' (Uh)
Police wanna catch ya boy slippin' and convict em'
Fuck being a runner up (fuck that)
I got my eyes on the prize still another day another buck (buck)
Droppin' in the winter fuck the summer up
They won't never treat you like you one of us (one of us one of us)
We ain't the ones to fool wit'
Back on that party hard and bullshit
Yo!
Bottles at the VMA like Kanye (Kanye)
Blue and orange bomber at the Barclays
Saturdays we bring the K out like Deontay
Fillet cut on the china sticky chron' plate (Uh)
PLK I push the bar up til' the bar breaks (Uh)
Set my throne in competition sippin' stomped grapes (Yeah)
My niggas gang related Banko good with all colors
All they know is shoot, pass, and steal like the Ball brothers (Yeah!)
Traditional shoppin' sprees made the mall love us
Rough sex hundred designer fall covers
(Uh Huh)
Chronic for months lobster for tour supper
(Tour supper)
Cocaine marble hundreds to the floor buffer (Uh)
You was never my man dawg you a tour jumper (Uh)
And I wouldn't give a fuck if the four slump ya (Uh)
My lil man a loose cannon he bout that action (Yeah)
Run around with more tear drops than Mark Jackson
I blame the mediocre for slippin' I start laxin'
Gotta automatic son end games like John Paxson
Death to the opp that's ever played me out to cease
Gucci hair bows before my baby had her teeth
Loui bottoms on eleven five a piece
Invest in a nigga gift windmills like Dominique
Everything in double refills two times a week
Thank you letters til' the legends get rid of the obsolete
Fuck being a runner up (fuck that)
I got my eyes on the prize still another day another buck
Droppin' in the winter fuck the summer up
(Summer up)
They won't never treat you like you one of us
Got the heart of a spartan who wan' battle?
Diamonds so bright they sparkle in my shadow, rap double barrel (ooh)
Feels like a monster when the trouble grab you
For anybody wanna take it there I love to travel (Yeah)
It nothing like foreigns they hug the avenue
I'm shittin' your hood is my public bathroom
Bitch told me to go to hell shit I been there and left it
Flow so godly it wasn't nothin' to clear the exit (Uh)
He claim he a rider nobody know em' (know em)
Think they can sit anywhere til you throw em'
Send for my bitch ima have her write you a poem
Pistols of chrome bullets of gold don't make me throw em' (Ah)
Woke up by a money machine hell of a listen (Shh)
And I ain't givin' nobody dap my palm is itchin'
You been tellin' niggas business so long ya calm snitchin' (Uh)
Police wanna catch ya boy slippin' and convict em'
Fuck being a runner up (fuck that)
I got my eyes on the prize still another day another buck (buck)
Droppin' in the winter fuck the summer up
They won't never treat you like you one of us (one of us one of us)
