[Chorus]
Blunt wraps with a system full of liquor
And an OG kickin' while the lights flick, flicker
Yeah, Yeah
Bitches with their tits shake, shakin'
Running game, PlayStation, bitch my whole clique wasted
Yeah, yeah
I don't really think I'm doing anything right
But she said that we gon' have a helluva night
Helluva night

[Verse 1: RUSSELL]
Young Elvis, thick booty against my pelvis
She said, "Is you all depressed?"
I'm like "I can't even tell"
Yeah, yeah
My woadie rollin' shit that make you fret
Is somebody gonna kill me? Bitch, today might be the day
Yeah, yeah
They scared to [?]
Check my record, check my money analytics
Bitch, I'm paid, but I'm still up in that Civic
Cause these haters watch you whip then hit a lick
And I got soldiers that just fuck with me the long way
Got a wifey who suck me like every Monday
On the flight, couple hundred on the runway
She don't ever ever want to stay where all you chumps stay
Cause I got the

[Chorus]
Blunt wraps with a system full of liquor
And an OG kickin' while the lights flick, flicker
Yeah, Yeah
Bitches with their tits shake, shakin'
Running game, PlayStation, bitch my whole clique wasted
Yeah, yeah
I don't really think I'm doing anything right
But she said that we gon' have a helluva night
Helluva night
Yeah, yeah
Alright, alright

[Verse 2: RUSSELL]
Who you know
Got free smoke
Long locks, a furry coat
Foreign bitches in my section
They ain't registered to vote
Neon sign up in my room, turn it on and see your face
She the girl you dream about and I'm the dude you fucking hate
Ayy
Teddy bear with the grams up
Picture, picture, panorama
I got the keys, like a lanyard , yeah
I got the threads that you can't touch
Watching out for the snakes
Six 428's
Y-3 on the waist
No Balenciaga, but I need arenas to play
Why you tryna talk on me like I don't read about it
Top 5 and they can't fuck with me
Fuckboys, can't be around
Dirty boy out the dirty B, lil' bitch, ain't nothing clean about me
You don't like me, but your team about me
Got a problem, take a knee about me
Five figures off clothes
I can't seem to know where my money go
Couple hundred to a couple grand
I still hustle like I'm fucking broke
Ain't nothing sweet, she won't fuck with me
Wanna triple team at that Doubletree
That's three hoe's laid up with me
I buy the dinner, and they fuck for free
I'm gone
[Chorus]
Blunt wraps with a system full of liquor
And an OG kickin' while the lights flick, flicker
Yeah, Yeah
Bitches with their tits shake, shakin'
Running game, PlayStation, bitch my whole clique wasted
Yeah, yeah
I don't really think I'm doing anything right
But she said that we gon' have a helluva night
Helluva night