Wake up feeling blessed up, pistol on that dresser
Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up
Riding in that Testarossa, ^!$$% catch up

Sipping on that syrup 'til I'm messed up like yes sir
So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange
Like ^!$$% switching lanes, never changed, still the same

We $#&@ (*##$es, get paper, you $#&@ ^!$$%s on papers
We walk around with lasers, you probly own some tasers
Lame ^!$$%s disgrace us, they girlfriends want date us

Got different hoes, I'm pimping hoes, you could tell by my paystubs
My ^!$$%s getting right, smoking weed with dirty Sprite
Going wild for the night, $#&@ being polite


Finna wild out for the weekend
Me, myself, and I my three friends

^!$$% feeling froggy, then leap in
ASAP ^!$$%s finna sneak in
Middle finger to the critics, me and my ^!$$% Skrillex

You know we finna kill it, A$AP we the trillest
You don't really want that Glock, boy
You don't really wanna feel them shots, boy

You a B boy, I'm a block boy, I'm a D boy, I'm a hot boy
Six shots got me feeling like Pac, boy
Party all night, %#@! don't stop, boy

Drunk as $#&@ and I'm ready to fight
Wilding for the night, $#&@ being polite, boy


Hook:

Wild for the night, $#&@ being polite

I'm going
Wild for the night, $#&@ being polite
I'm going

Wild for the night, $#&@ being polite
I'm going
Wild for the night, $#&@ being polite

I'm going...

It's the weekend and I'm creeping with my ^!$$%s

Drunk and disrespectful, calling women (*##$es
I don't mean no harm but won't you and your friends
Meet us in the cut and we can do the business

God my witness that I only wanna kick it
And your girl just said they with us, so we rolling in them Benzes
Won't you po' it up and stop the babysitting?

She got drunk as $#&@ and swallowed all my kids

Back to the Mac, tats on her back

Ass so fat, hit that from the back
When it clap from the back, she clapping it back
She flat on her back and it's back to the trap

$#&@ yo pack, A$AP where it's at
$#&@ ^!$$% act, get clap lay flat
$#&@ yo dreams, even $#&@ ^!$$%s dream

Then you sleep, and you won't come back from the nap
Benjamin 3 Stack, it's a fact, she lives in my lap
On my Outkast, daddy fat, (*##$es on my sack

And you know them soaking (*##$es rolling reefer got me open
Wilding to the morning with my homies, tell 'em where we going