Song Description

Hype ass club joint.

Lyrics

Verse 1 Vision
This is hype shit, make you wanna fight shit/
If a cat talk shit, punch him in the eyelid/
If you diesel, then flex ya chest for a fine bitch/
If she likes it, she?ll let ya stab it from behind kid/
When we roll up to the club, all the dudes get upset/
We ain?t out the car yet, and bitches takin off the dress/
Cause they know who we are, they heard us on the radio/
You know what fame do to they head, it make em crazy yo/
Crazy hoe, think that Ima buy you a Lex/
She said nah, she don?t want nothing from me but sex/
I said cool, I can see that we on the same page/
You can get a lot of dick, but you can?t get paid/
Ima pimp, what you thought, bitch, I ain?t no trick/
I ain?t payin for no pussy, I can have my pick/
So it don?t matter where you are, or where you be at/
Cause you gone end up where you lay girl, flat on your back.

Chorus Vision
This is hype shit, for clubs and tight whips/
For cats wit nice chips, and women that?s priceless/
Why you trynna fight this, I?m knowin you like this/
So get up and show us love/
Make it hot baby, I?m lovin the way your hips shake/
Grindin already, let?s finish it up at my place/
No time to waste, we skippin first through third base/
It?s time to get it crunk/

Verse 2 Posqualy
I been rapping muthafucka since the day I was born/
That?s why my lyrics rip through that ass like you shitin out corn/
Rip me open until um torn, and go deep in my loin, comin up with nothing/
But streets, cause I reep what um soin, the last nigga told me bring caught a leak in his growins/
He never make a broad peek, just cheef off some porn/
Y?all like them babys that be teething, and teeth don start growin/
Y?all bite so much I cain?t believe it, y?all weak and um knowin/
How could a nigga be deceived, when it?s rainin and snowin/
Nigga yo game on sleet, bout to slip when it?s pourin, I make a clean sweep flowin, the heaps is showin/
Just like them sacks that be skeet, go quick when you blowin, a storm is brewin, it?s me, Posqualy/
And my hobbie is writing what ever I feel, and in the slightest I come real my minds eye got skills/
Go in depth and can see the ability to kill/

Verse 3 Furious
If you see me in the club, betta not talk yin yang/
I?m already slopped, and you might catch ten thangs/
You need a body guard, armored car, and a shotty blast/
Ima part ya entourage and leave you in a body cast/
Damn I?m sinister, ya boys ain?t defendin ya/
I got ya family stashed on a distance peninsula/
I know you jealous bitch, Ima make you sick of me/
You couldn?t picture me if this was digital photography/
I?m hard to see, and obviously, you can never be as smart as me/
So quit yappin in my face, you really starting to bother me/
You wanna fuck wit me, you better go and get an army/
And even wit an army, you still couldn?t harm me/

Chorus Vision
This is hype shit, for clubs and tight whips/
For cats wit nice chips, and women that?s priceless/
Why you trynna fight this, I?m knowin you like this/
So get up and show us love/
Make it hot baby, I?m lovin the way your hips shake/
Grindin already, let?s finish it up at my place/
No time to waste, we skippin first through third base/
It?s time to get it crunk/