I like this new style but you could say that I’m a novice
Grab another drink, and let's make a toast to college
Now you got me feelin a buzz, but I need this cause
No night is ever gunna top this
Shots of the Essie my mind is feeling polished
Feelin much better as I lose a little knowledge
Thinkin' you place keeps up? Oh come on kid!
Compared to my world you look a little Amish
Takin pulls with a Red Bull when he’s chargin'
But we never pay much Ronny for a bargin
Hardships easily cured with a sip or two
That's guarunteed 100 percent and positive proof
If I’m going too hard I ain't stopping for you
And I’m losing inhibition what you want me to do?
Rock bottom’s callin; so let it reel in
I don’t care man; I’m tryna feel it
If you party all night for the time of your life
And have a couple extra drinks just to feel alright
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
If you takin shots without a chase, and drinks to the face
Start actin unsafe just to bring down the place
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
Ligaments feelin' heavy, don’t really feel the night ending
Any, time soon drinkin' monsoons by the levee
Tempt me, to another shot if you let me
Drink as a form of venting
More in me and I feel a little boastful
Now I’ve lost track of what make a toast to
And so my rappin will never leave the locals
And this medicine really tends to burn my throat too
Shit, I don’t really care long as I feel like I might
Keep it concrete like some Jay flights
Everyone agrees so let’s head to the party
And if you wanna flee youre instead a little naughty
This is life man, why would you escape it?
Got me feeling right, and wonder if I’m gunna make it
Rock bottom’s callin; so let it reel in
I don’t care man; I’m tryna feel it
If you come up in the club with a couple of buds
And you partyin cause you just don’t give a fuck
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
If you come out to the spot with the place on lock
And the party won’t stop until a knock from cops
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
Wash down some vodka with the teen angst
Shoutout to my mama, for the be safe
Text that I won’t recollect while invest
The bottom of the bottle's what I better see next
A crown on the rocks please
Ay yo I’m proud of my pops jeeze just get off my back
Spike my blood and take a sip just to feel how I act
And it’s most likely that you’ll never go back
An invitation to elation coming straight from the tap
And my lack of inhibition is the bait for the catch
Feelin’ loose feelin’ ready, give me Goose give me Henny
Feelin’ richer than a penny multiplied by twenty
Trillion. I’m silly gone and I won’t stop
Dude, Why you I babysittin two or three shots?
The lifestyle’s got me reeled in
And now I feel it, feel it, feel it
If you party all night for the time of your life
And have a couple extra drinks just to feel alright
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
If you takin shots without a chase, and drinks to the face
Start actin unsafe just to bring down the place
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
If you come up in the club with a couple of buds
And you partyin cause you just don’t give a fuck
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put your mother fuckin' hands up
If you come out to the spot with the place on lock
And the party won’t stop until a knock from cops
Then put your mother fuckin' hands up, what!
Put them hands up, uh
Can you feel it?
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