[Intro]
Ooh, that's cold
We going? (What)
Okay
Yeah (Brr)

[Chorus]
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid

[Verse]
Yeah, accidentally killed your mans up in the intersection
R.I.P. to your boyfriend, now he up in my mentions
I done knocked her, so I had to move on to her best friend
Only thing we fear is police and depression
Hey, I'm quite a rich little guy
Took that n***a's bitch 'cause he still working at Five Guys
Yeah, lil' n***a are you ready to die?
'Cause I'm coming off like two failed attempts of suicide
Let's go, we some low lifes (Ha)
I keep a pro-knife, and break the window when we pro-life
I'm taking Prozac, let's split the metal of a blue pill that I got from Europe
Let's solve the riddle of my sorrows
Let's fuck tomorrow but keep it pimpin' (Mwah)
I'm back in this bitch with your Saint Laurent on me (What)
N***as, they hate, but they bitch on me
Shawty, shut up, come and lay your lips on me (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Actually, keep talking 'cause I'm quite lonely (Yeah)
[?] up in her guts and I paint on her on like she an opp, son (Sex)
My n***as crazy, they killers, committing some arson (Yeah)
Fuck it, we litty, suck titties, pop pillies, [?]
[Chorus]
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid

[Outro]
Wow
Sex, sex, sex (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)