[Intro]
Man look, yeah, yeah
Ha, fuck it up n***a
Yeah, wreck the party fuck it up, take that shit down
Ayy

[Verse 1]
Wreck the club, fuck it up we might just stop the promoter
The AR pistol in my hand, bitch I don't need a holster
We totin' hunnid round drums, so we comin' like motor
And all we know is redrum, we get to tweakin' like Sosa
Wreck the party, fuck it up, we got strippers in the section
Bitch I'm only sixteen, I got grown hoes sexting
Like a special ass student, a n***a better not test me
If this n***a do, I swear to god it's getting deadly
A hunnid shots up in the coupe, tryna lay a n***a down
Bitch I'm too hot like moon rock, and you know I run the town
Ain't with all of that talkin', that discussin', I get to bustin'
Yeah that Glock what I'm tuckin', if I up it, I knock his muffin
I got a MAC-11 mac n' cheese
And you know it's lemon squeeze
I ain't gotta think about it, n***a I'ma shoot with ease
When I leave the house, you know that bitch is on my hip
I'ma slam a n***a down, you can call me Shawn Kemp
I'ma shoot out all my hollows, dump the whole clip
N***a watch yo' fuckin' mouth, 'fore I shoot you in the lip
Bitch I'm stacking all my chips, but I don't fuck with dip
Bitch I love making n***as bleed, but I fuck with Crips
I was hittin' licks, skipping school, I ain't fuck with class
Had the Glock 23 sitting in my bookbag
I'ma up the pistol on my teacher, if I didn't pass
Man fuck school, I'm rich, tell them people kiss my ass
Bitch, I jumped out the Porsche and now we see eleven ducking down
And my n***as wrapping bags, they don't even need a stamp
[?] the judge, and you know I'm making bail
I've been a demon all my life, I think that I belong in hell
Bitch, I'm hotter than lava, pray to the lord so I can prosper
Keep snitchin' man, now I'm hangin' with my shottas
I got some bold ruffians, they be screamin' out "Allah"
Baby Mexico Choppa, make a n***a cha cha
[Interlude]
Fuck the club up, fuck it up, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck it up, yeah
Fuck the club up, fuck the club up, fuck the club up
Fuck it up, yeah, yeah

[Verse 2]
Don't do no talkin' when we beefin', let that choppa talk for me
You know I'm bangin' for my gang, and it's to the [?]
Bitch, I pull up on yo' street, put another opp to sleep
Man he should've never made a pose, now he RIP
So many guns, I can go to war with Russia
I'ma burn him like I'm Usher
Like a Backwood, I'ma smoke him
Then I put him in a duffel
Bitch my n***as roll with pistols, we don't use our fuckin' knuckles
I'ma attack with fire then you won't catch me in a scuffle
I'm the lion in the jungle, you ain't cut like [?]
Bitch, they call me HIV cause you can't fuck with ease
Man I dare a fuck n***a try to send me a diss
I sent him hit, while I'm fuckin' on another n***a bitch
I put a scope up on my Glock, so it can shoot like a choppa
I put the lean up in the bottle, like a n***a a toddler
I shoot a n***a in the neck, so I'm poppin' his collar
Put tape up on that n***a mouth, so he won't holler
They askin' how I'm in the club, I ain't over sixteen
Man shut the fuck up, 'cause my Glock 23
I need everybody fuck the club up on 3
N***a 1, 2, 3, fuck the club up n***a (Ha, pop)