The Club Up

Lyrics

[Chorus: Reeseynem] And we got it poppin' And we got the Glock in And we got the pot in And don't let the cop in No matter the circus That booty looked good so I checked the circumference I had to determine if I was gon' swerve it and know if I want it But now that shit pertinent As long as she ready I'm ready let's get it If you got beef fuck nigga let's hit Let's go hit for hit for hit But I ain't going tit for tat for shit Cos this ain't tic-tac-toe this chess Me and Tay we gotta we gotta go flex Yeah we already up nigga fuck it up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next [Verse 1: Taylor Bennett] Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Got a real nice ? You done used both ? Got a real nice smile, this a real nice house, this a real nice jet I don't really get pressed, I don't really get stressed Only thing on my body that I got distressed Is the jeans that I rock every time I do a set or I'm on camera, motherfucker I flex You cannot mirror this energy That shit infinity, that's my identity, uh I might just switch up the energy Y'all niggas ballin' but that shit is literally, uh TBE that is an entity, sorry if we had to come do it differently, uh It's hot on this block It's hot on this block It's hot on this block, Tennessee ? like I'm wet on this jet when it's raining, that bitch is bluer than in the sea I'm a tourist when I move my soda, she asked me if I want a bottle of Hennessy It's hot on this block It's hot on this block It's hot on this block, Tennessee ? like I'm wet on this jet when it's raining, that bitch is bluer than in the sea [Verse 2: Reeseynem] I'm in this bitch getting checks Just a bookbag on the jet I do not lag I just jet She gave me the neck I respect She got my respect to the death No cap no Michelin-ess I wish I could save it all up on a rainy day I'm ridin round with my partner like it's Training Day I'm surgical with this bitch I'm doing surgery on my mixtape My girl thicker than some duck-tape On Instagram with that duck face You ain't talkin money then about fast Man I ain't goin nowhere it ain't about the cake Blue cake on my like its my birthday I ain't tell ya 250 on the dash sorry officer I ain't tell ya, don't know what to tell ya [Chorus: Reeseynem] And we got it poppin And we got the Glock in And we got the pot in And you don't got no option Proceed with precaution We might get to poppin' You might need a doctor to balance your shit So don't let the cop in No matter the circus That booty looked good so I checked the circumference I had to determine if I was gonna swerve it and know if I want it But now that shit pertinent As long as she ready I'm ready let's get it If you got beef fuck nigga let's hit Let's go hit for hit for hit But I ain't going tit for tat for shit Cos this ain't tic-tac-toe this chess Me and Tay we gotta we gotta go flex Yeah we already up nigga fuck it up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next Tear the booth up now tear the club up next