[Kopelli] Hi. This is not your stereotypical club banger
Drop the beat
Yeah, Cold Men Young
We bout to take this one back to the club
Yeah, yeah gon' head drink it all down [3x]
Don't waste it baby drink it all down

[Chorus] It's a little left baby girl drink it all down
If you're still thirsty Ima buy another round [2x]
Have another on me, drink it all down (It's on me) [3x]
Don't waste it baby drink it all down

[Kopelli] Look at her over there
True Religion jeans, mo-hawk in her hair
I'm so fly, my advantage unfair
Got Creative-Rex on it's a brand new pair
Step to her holding two glasses of something
Try to get her open and increase her consumption
Start with heavy panting and move to some humpin'
When she orgasm man it look like she crumpin'
Back to the party
Whole spot jumpin'
These girls thirsty, keep that Bacardi coming
Poured a lot of drinks so here's my assumption
Later on tonight Pell L keep pumpin' (Bottoms Up)
Take a shot that'll make draws come off
Arrogant and cocky is how I often come off
You don't wanna worry how you gonna get the cum off
Your fly blouse, prop mouth open
Catch the run off

[Chorus]

[Phenom]
Ass like hippopotamus
Brain like a psychologist
F#@! about your legs
I'm checking out your esophagus
I can feel your throat like a like a life supply of lozengers
So girl drink it up like drunk bitches in colleges
1800 ain't nothing while you frontin'
Super-Soaker P
Yeah you know I keep pumpin'
We ain't gotta drink
Baby girl we can f#@!
So you don't need a glass girl, gon' drink it up!

[Blak Smith] She said hey Mr. Artist, Mr. Artist
What you saying I just thought it
Let me see what's in your wallet
Like a premature audit
Stop the stallin' with all this petty ballin'
You just tryna' crawl inside my 'whatchamacallit'
Yes I will be that guy to take you to the side
I'll watch you self-indulge
You do just what you like
Night cap in the ride
We swaying left to right
Bucking so loud like a parking lot fight
Kahlua White Russian girl gon' drink it up
This E&J and Red Bull gon keep it up
Yeah it's running through my veins so I'm gon' beat it up
And you don't need a glass girl gon' drink it up
Nah, you don't need a glass girl gon drink it up [4x]

[Mic Write] You claim king rapper, I'm viva la revolution
They call it swag that I brag, I call it evolution
I guillotine your team
Set fire to your field of dreams
Your skill it seems ain't worth of a hill-of-beans
But right now I'm all about this Philippine
Ole chick was so thick that True Religion pray when she fill her jeans
And when my eyes meet her
I treat her like Tequila
Pretty little Tila
She get excited when I feel her
Smooth as Akeelah-
With the words but it kinda helps that we both nice as fuck
And we dun' downed about a liter
She sweating off concealer
Somehow I'm in my beater
And then she takes her ass and drops it down to my Addidas
I swear it ain't misogyny
It's these shots of vodka in me
Bringing out the Pac in me
Feeling like I'm Akinyele
Gon' put it in your mouth!
What?
I'm talking bout the drink, what you talking bout
Gon' girl

[Chorus]

That is fine