Ooh, that's cold
We going? (What)
Okay
Yeah (Brr)

I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid

Yeah, accidentally killed your mans up in the intersection
R. I. P. to your boyfriend, now he up in my mentions
I done knocked her, so I had to move on to her best friend
Only thing we fear is police and depression
Hey, I'm quite a rich little guy
Took that nigga's bitch 'cause he still working at Five Guys
Yeah, lil' nigga are you ready to die?
'Cause I'm coming off like two failed attempts of suicide
Let's go, we some low lifes (Hah)
I keep a pro-knife, and break the window when we pro-life
I'm taking Prozac, let's split the metal of a blue pill that I got from Europe
Let's solve the riddle of my sorrows
Let's fuck tomorrow but keep it pimpin' (Mwah)
I'm back in this bitch with your Saint Laurent on me (What)
Niggas, they hate, but they bitch on me
Shawty, shut up, come and lay your lips on me (Ugh, ugh, ugh)
Actually, keep talking 'cause I'm quite lonely (Yeah)
[?] up in her guts and I paint on her on like she an opp, son (Sex)
My niggas crazy, they killers, committing some arson (Yeah)
Fuck it, we litty, suck titties, pop pillies, [?]

I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid
I'm feeling groovy, drugs in my Kool-Aid
Got the club goin' dumb on a Tuesday
Snorting two lines off of her boobies
Go stupid, yeah, we go stupid

Wow
Sex, sex, sex (Skrt, skrt, skrt, skrt)