Bobbin My Head (Radio Edit)

Haha, that's why I be in the back of the club, man

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout, with a bottle in my hand

Know what I'm talkin' 'bout - pourin' purp in my mouth

Man chillin', man, know what I'm talkin' 'bout - gyeah

I'm in the club, posted in the back

Chillin' with my **** with a bottle full of Yak

Stacks on deck everything in motion

Smokin' on the purp, feel like I'm three wheel coastin'

Cloud nine floatin' - speakers bumpin' loud

Damn near drunk but still I'm peepin' out the crowd

Real G's don't dance, we keep a sharp creese

Fresh to a T, nothin' but diamonds in the piece

So I'm rollin' up the green checkin' out the scene

I see some **** in the cut lookin' hard, muggin' mean

But I ain't stuntin' that - I gotta keep it movin'

There's too many bad bitches in here choosin' (Yeah)

You can find me in the club, posted in the back

Rollin up the purp, and I'm sippin on the Yak

And I'm just bobbin my head - bobbin my head

(bobbin my head, bobbin my head)

And you can catch me in a whip, cruisin with a chick

With the top let down, ridin hard gettin litted

And I'm just bobbin my head - bobbin my head

(bobbin my head, bobbin my head)

So now I two - step groovy, lookin like a playa

Loose on the drank - gotta **** hollerin'yeah

Seen some **** jumpin'round, but they don't know how to act

That's why I hit the do'and head straight to the back

Ask for a bottle so I can pour a round

I ain't Yung Joc but it's still goin down

The club scene packed, **** steppin on my feet

Young girls on the flo'walkin out to the beat

And you know **** on the lean, rockin with the snap

Why the G's at the bar bobbin heads to the track

Crew thick in this bitch - got my goons right beside me

I just came to chill so you know where you can find me

And you can catch me in a fly whip with a bad bitch

Ridin through the hood, gettin that corn bread and cabbage

I gots to have it I'm tryna live lavish

I'm off in Miami - spend money like it's a habit

Let the top drop, while the wheels turn

Down on south beach let the reefer burn

Bumpin Trick Dollab"Only in America"

Gas on my chest so I'm comin thru ya area

Music too loud, couldn't hear what she said

I ain't Shawna but I too was 'gettin head'

And if I had some I would shake my dreads

But I don't so I'm in the drivers seat, bobbin my head