Nah, nah, this can't be the party

This can't be the motherfuckin' party

(Oh my God, Soulzii)

Where the lick at? Where the drugs at?

Let's take some mother fuckin' shots, shots (I need another one)

Shots, shots (Let's do another one), shots, shots (Let's party hard)

Shots (Let's go), shots

I'm tryna party, who got the molly?

Let's get this party started, and if you Kendrick then I'm sorry

(Shots)

What time is it? It's Shot-O'-Clock

You better not be in here with nothing in your car

Too many bad bitches, in here that tryna fuck

So let's go in here, and turn these motherfuckin' shots

Aye, hold my keys, I ain't stoppin' 'til boxin' is no me

Dappin' **** up, like I know who they be

And for my bank account, the next round is on me

Shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots, shots

Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it