This song will be featured on PayUp! Game’s inaugural project “STAMPEDE”. The EP will feature Andre, Bang Boogie, Ellz & Mouf and is entirely produced by The Silence Killers.

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All my niggas gettin' fucked up

All my bitches gettin' real ratchet

All my niggas gettin' fucked up

All my bitches gettin' real ratchet

All my niggas gettin' fucked up

All my bitches gettin' real ratchet

All My niggas gettin' fucked up

Fucked up, fucked up

[Verse 1: Mouf]

Showtime, I'm finna go ape

All my bitches better show face

I'm on that Killah with 14 niggas

With a bird on my arm; they call me Ghostface

They gassed this party up all day

So the next four hours is no break

With a car full of bitches, thats all tryna get it

Better move this couch, I need mo' space

Your brand new ho is my old date

Before you kiss her use Colgate

She bend over, I swing the wood

You would've never thought we was good at Croquet

I fuck her on liquor, man I hope I don't throw up

Sex on the rocks - damn, thats a cold cut

(Goddamn it Jae, when you finna grow up?)

Man that was out the window when I showed up

[Verse 2: Cherele]

Fuck that noise, I'm po'd up

OG Ron C, I'm slowed up

Hanging on to the wall like a poster

Bang-Bang, oh, fresh out the holster

Mobbin' at your crib like your parents, ho

No 5-0 yet? that's a miracle

Could you ask yo dude why he starin' for?

Know he sees this crown, I'm imperial

Elephants are all on my logos

And middle fingers all in my photos

Purple haze rollin' up these o-zones

Name one track I wasn't cold on

Did ya notice I'm like too lit?

Think I spoke to God after 2 hits

Just popped champagne on a white chick

For the right spliff

Take slight risks

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[Verse 3: André DeSaint]

Met a bad bitch named Holly

Yeah I'm tryna give her that wood

And her tongue full of that Molly

Everybody on that good

Oh you a fan? Well then Word Up!

I got a whole night we can burn up

You know how many women I turn down?

You ain't got no choice but to turn up

Damn these niggas sound bitch made

Your rhymes are very Tyler Perry

I ain't tryna sleep till I get paid

I'm up all night till my eyes are cherry

Cups in the air like true

It ain't just me I came with a crew

I'm tryna leave with you, you, and you

You and you; What I gotta do?

[Verse 4: Ellz]

You don't got a clue but I bet I'm on the Yak bruh bruh

Four things and a bottle roast weed and I'm auto-

Pilot; violet kush bleed in impalas

All my G's Gullah Gullah Island for the mullah

Motherfuck 'em cold blooded

Real nigga roll a onion

Got kush, 2 cups, and bitches in abundance

My niggas not to fuck with

Got my hand on a bottle and some purp in my cup bitch

Now that match my weed kissin pink

Bitches drink; piffin stink

All eyes on me, Pac in this bitch

Locked in this bitch

Throw some Ciroc in this bitch

My people, my people, blow down roll up that diesel

One time tonight we live one life; get blasted then we redo

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