Out the mud, clutching walking out the club
Nike slides, T-shirt on, still can pull out a dub
Spilled some food on my shirt, ain't worried with the stain on it
Still see you in the club take your bitch and rain on it
She asked for a purse, I'm like, "You ain't go to the funeral?"
She said, "What you mean?" I'm like, "That shit dead" (R.I.P.)
She say she pullin' up, I'm like, "Bring an extinguisher"
She like, "Why?" 'Cause I need some fire-ass head