[Chorus: Peezy]
A hundred bottles, bitch, my section lit
25 thousand, bitch, my section lit
Check out my necklace, bitch, my section lit
See a n***a flexin, bitch, my section lit
I ain't coming out, unless the section lit
Bitch, it ain't no drout, you know the section lit
Sending bitches on they routs, that's why the section lit
We ain't never running out, that's why the section lit

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Run it up, n***a, run it up
Activis in a double cup
Tell me where it's at tonight, my baby
Me and Snoop finna fuck it up
I just got off the road
Band up, and I'm fresh as fuck
Laughing at these oldhead n***as, used to front a n***a, now I'm ahead of them
Two chains at the same time
And I ain't еver even mеt the n***a
Put some chains on your brain, slime
If you ever disrespect a n***a
Hit the club and order five thousand
Rip the band off and throw it wreckless, n***a
I don't give a fuck who catch it, n***a
Bitches tryna take my necklace with them
Bottle after bottle after bottle, sparkels in the air, got the section lit
Stick my finger in her pussy while she dancing, I'm just really tryna test the bitch
Is we fucking or not?
Before we leave the club, I ain't with the extra shit
Pussy good, and the head was lit
Best money that I ever spent
[Chorus: Peezy]
A hundred bottles, bitch, my section lit
25 thousand, bitch, my section lit
Check out my necklace, bitch, my section lit
See a n***a flexin, bitch, my section lit
I ain't coming out, unless the section lit
Bitch, it ain't no drout, you know the section lit
Sending bitches on they routs, that's why the section lit
We ain't never running out, that's why the section lit

[Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop]
Riding round with a dub, n***a
My new bitch know I'm the plug, n***a
Double cups with that mud in it
My mama think I'm a drug dealer
Hit me up for that Texas Toast
These bitches want me, 'cause I flex the most
[?] with the matching coat
Bitch, we popping bottles and [?]
Bitches know, I got that matress money
That's probably why I'm always acting funny
How the fuck you gon' rob the jackers, dummy?
I pay my n***a [?] to wrap it for me

[Chorus: Peezy]
A hundred bottles, bitch, my section lit
25 thousand, bitch, my section lit
Check out my necklace, bitch, my section lit
See a n***a flexin, bitch, my section lit
I ain't coming out, unless the section lit
Bitch, it ain't no drout, you know the section lit
Sending bitches on they routs, that's why the section lit
We ain't never running out, that's why the section lit