[Hook]
Call all the hommies
Call all the broads
I got some liquor
Order some more
What else we need? Maybe some trees
Bumping my shit at the party
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib

Fuck up the crib

[Verse 1]
Hit up my homies
They know wassup
Asked them if they tryna kick it tonight and they told "Why not?"
So I call em hunnies
They excited as fuck
They say they ain't got a ride, so I told em I'm sending the truck
These bitches is generous
And that's with the pussy [?]
This shit could get scandalous
Her bf is tripping but he ain't gon' say shit
He know he can't handle us
Yeah he know he can't handle us
Cause my n***as is dangerous
Yeah my homies is murderers
Standing on the couch while I'm spilling Cranberry on these hoes, like "My bad"
It's Rose city n***a, so you know I gotta live fresh all day, goddamn
Pillow fight then I gotta beat the pussy up, tell those bitches "Don't fight fare"
Shawty wanna talk about love, but that shit so last year

[Hook]
Call all the hommies
Call all the broads
I got some liquor
Order some more
What else we need? Maybe some trees
Bumping my shit at the party
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
[Verse 2]
These hoes ain't tripping, they swallow
Cause they know I'm David Genero
I keep trill like my negro
Mafia music, fuego
And no we don't ball on the budget
I need more ice in my bucket
We had them shook but I love it
And then I came back with that [?]
Hommies be thinking I'm Bhuda
[?]
What you know about ridin' round in the hood with [?]
Hommie was broke but you know they had bitches like Zuma
Y'all could be smelling like fishes, plural
I tried to tell em my n***a
But they wouldn't listen my n***a
Met at the club and I sent em my shit
But ain't none of these n***as got back to me, shit
But, never mind that
Fuck the nonsense
I'ma do me, masturbation
Now we in the building
Fuck a n***a feelings
I know they gon'get it, they gon' fucking feel it
I say Xikwembu, look what you did to me!
Don't give a fuck, my hommies are celibate
I've been a west n***a, homies is feeling it
Cause I put em up on that real shit
[Hook]
(Now what you gon' do?
Call all the hommies
(What you gon' do?)
Call all the broads
(Man what you got?)
I got some liquor
(That's not enough)
Order some more
(There's something missing)
What else we need?
(We need some trees, yeah)
Maybe some trees
Bumping my shit at the party
(Yah, yah, yah)
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
(Fuck up the crib with my n***as)
Fuck up the crib
Fuck up the crib
(Yung Swiss n***a)
Fuck up the crib