You know I had to do one for the club

Haha, Even tho they closed

She mad

She can′t hit the club

Because the pandemic

In the living room

But she going ham with it

All her girlfriends in a circle

Not a man in it

TikTok, Snapchat

And on the gram with it

Doing some damage

House party

Dressed to impress

As if it's the catwalk

The way she move that booty

You can tell that that ass soft

Sippin′ all night

Ain't gotta worry bout last call

Masks on until they heard Future

Then fuck it, mask off

Exciting

Alright then

It's enticing

The way that ass clap

And separate like a hyphen

I′m likin′

If this was the club

Niggas be fightin'

Just to see it drop

But we watch

Just like a Breitling

Niggas writing

All on their post

Tryna see ′em

They got a hundred friend request

And a thousand up in they DM

Thotties all wanna be 'em

Niggas they gotta flee em

Cause they got it poppin′

Thought it was stoppin'

But they just begun

So watch

Niggas plot

To get a spot

But the line around the block

Unless you rocking a yacht

These ain′t regular thots

They top notch

When they got hot

Rode in drop tops

Bounce on niggas

Like it's hopscotch

A stopwatch to clock where they get they bands

Booking info in bio and it link you to Onlyfans

Quarantine ain't stopping the dough

You better know

That the money gonna grow

Relax and enjoy the show

If they close the club

We at the house

Don′t wanna start a riot

Keep it quiet

It′s word of mouth

We don't give a fuck

It′s going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what's up

If you ain′t

You outta luck

If they close the club

We at the house

Don't wanna start a riot

Keep it quiet

It′s word of mouth

We don't give a fuck

It's going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what′s up

If you ain′t, you outta luck

Fuck it up like 2019

She grind on me

I sweat on her

A fuck about hygiene

She looking back

So she can see it

Pass me the Visine

Tomorrow the whole outfit

Is gon' need a dry clean

But for now

We gon′ kill this shit

Like a crime scene

But I'ma lil bias

They like us

They say a nigga sick

They call me coronavirus

But you can call me Chris

I′m also known as the flyest

You say that I'm the shit

I promise I won′t deny it

In the crib turning up

Got the walls shakin'

They hear the music

But they not invited

They all hatin'

Got the block jumping

And they listen

From the outside trippin′

Cause they hearing the commotion

And hoping we social distance

It′s getting crazy

And we need to consider

We gotta re-up on the liquor

We running out of tequila

Fuckin' up all our liver

Pictures we won′t remember

As the bottles finish quicker

Y'all start to look unfamiliar

We fucked up

I don′t know when we stoppin'

Outside might be closed

But the inside is poppin′

You ain't gotta head out

Cause when you step out

It's dead out

Why would you wanna get out

Unless you playing the let out

5am and it′s finally dying

It′s looking like the hangover

Minus the tiger and Mike Tyson

Can tell by the reaction

Above the caption

Shit was super lit

Without the pics

It didn't happen

If they close the club

We at the house

Don′t wanna start a riot

Keep it quiet

It's word of mouth

We don′t give a fuck

It's going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what′s up

If you ain't

You outta luck

If they close the club

We at the house

Don't wanna start a riot

Keep it quiet

It′s word of mouth

We don′t give a fuck

It's going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what′s up

If you ain't, you outta luck