Wake up feeling blessed Pistol on that dresser Ain't afraid to show it, I'll expose it if I dress up Riding in that Testarossa, nigga catch up Sipping on that syrup till I'm messed up like yea sir So now I'm getting change, people looking at me strange Like nigga switching lanes, never changed, still the same We fuck bitches, get paper, you fuck niggas on paper We walk around with lasers, you probably own some tasers Lame niggas disgrace us, they girlfriends want to date us Got different hoes, I'm pimpin' hoes You could tell by my paystubs My niggas, getting right, smoking weed with dirty Sprite Going wild for the night, fuck being polite Finna wild out for the weekend Me, myself, and I my three friends Nigga feeling froggy, then leap in, ASAP niggas finna sneak in Middle finger to the critics, me and my nigga Skrillex You know we finna kill it, ASAP we the trillest You don't really want that glock boy You don't really want to 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, shit don't stop boy Drunk as fuck and I'm ready to fight Wildin for the night, fuck being polite boy
(Hook)
Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going... Wild for the night, fuck being polite I'm going...
It's the weekend and I'm creepin with my niggas Drunk and disrespectful, calling women bitches I don't mean no harm, but won't you and your friends Meet us in the cut and we can do business God my witness that I only wanna kick it And yo girl just said they with us So we rolling in them Benzes Won't you blow it up and stop the babysitting She got drunk as fuck 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 track Fuck yo pack, ASAP where it at Fuck nigga act, get clap lay flat Fuck yo dreams, even fuck nigga dream May you sleep, the you won't come back from the nap Benjamin 3 stack, it's a fact, she live in my lap On my out-Outkast, daddy fat, bitches on my sack And you know them soak and bitches blow and reefer got me open Wilding to the morning with my homies, tell me where we going