This is a song about "Club going up on a tuesday"

Like i'm in the club and i got my eyes up on this girl

Wait, i heard about you from that other nigga earl

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Ha, i'd be scared to not going up against a bitch like you or a snitch like you

I'm a royalty nominee going all out on sheer will

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Going off on a beat to kakorot you're to weak

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

If the feds run up on you , you're going to death row

I'm going to climb so high i might as well put a ladder up

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I'm going up the snow without being zipped by a jacket

We wrote this song

Blew up the club i'm gone