Around the corner from the P's where we parlayed
All my niggas suited for that party at the place between
The Pelt and Maple Parkway
Instant Messenger on aim, how we use to tell bitches
To tell bitches tonight we in the Elks with it
A party hall where dudes from every hood would come to flex in
You know the bouncer than he let you in there with your weapon
Fights and shootouts usually how the night was ended
A death trap because our only exit was the entrance
Still I'm in attendance
Like I ain't got no sense
It was the thrill, plus I had a thing for them ghetto project bitches
Spanish broads with red hair, that was my type or
Brown skinned joints with black hair and highlights
They was all going
So me, Flu, Breeze, Reem, T was all rolling
Six different liquors in our cups, we all poured it
Already prepared
No need to pick up Shae Butta that niggas already there, yeah
Breeze had the Corolla
Flu had the cut less
We treated them like they were Bentley's and the hoes loved it
Knew it's us by the Geno Green three X Tee's
Lil Wayne blasting out the speakers, that was GSP
Summer time shootouts at The Elks nigga
Where your attire acquired the iron right by your belt nigga
Had to be there to feel the way we felt nigga
Summertime shootouts at The Elks
Swerving Forest Avenue we so drunk
By the grace of god ain't no cops pull us over
Especially with the police station right around the corner
Man in that moment felt like nobody controlled us
Other niggas from other hoods, but this is our trenches
Some get fly niggas, mixed with live wire niggas
Asked to come inside by a couple thot bitches
No need to get into drama, we parking lot pimpin
Yeah, posted up
Shae Butta round the corner throwing up
Leaned over over the cars, my niggas over drunk
Few chicks approached us but
They aight now but I know they gonna look hideous once we sober up
Fuck it, after this we up at IHOP
Fanangle hoes then we back to Breeze and T-Time's spot
But them plans of ours done got cock blocked
Some stupid nigga let off five shots
Damn