verse
Ay, posted, toasted, hangin' at the back
Made money all year, make a toast with the yak
Window to the wall, throw it back, throw it back
And if I leave with him, he gon' eat it for a fact
I seen a lot of fuck shit, but I'ma let it slide
I got it in my system, now I'm really tryna ride
I don't know if it's us Aquarius
That just like to have fun and ain't scared to fuck (ah)
verse
When the moon come out and the juice kick in
Liquor in my system, system
When the party end 'cause I'm on my way
To give you what you're missin', missin'
verse
Ay, ay, I'm feelin' kinda tipsy, come and get me (yeah)
You can hit it in the party if you're feelin' risky (hey, hey, hey, yeah)
I got all these niggas mad 'cause they where you wanna be
On the dance floor, rubbin' all on my body (yeah)
Now tell 'em hoes back-back, give you fifty feet
verse
You know that I'm the one you see (yeah, bitch)
He told me I get crazy when I get up on the yak
Nah, I had just never play with bitches like that
I be drinkin' out the bottle, and I need a mouthful
And I know I'm from the South
But you need your goggles (yeah, ha)
Party like a vato, shots of the blanco
Guaranteed to knock a nigga up out his zapatos
verse
I'm tryna make it home, but you lookin' so good
I would pull it out your pants, right now if I could (yeah)
But you know everything I do gon' make it to the net (ah)
So I guess I can wait until I get you to the bed (ah)
Writer(s): Andrew Wansel, Jacob Dutton, Kehlani Ashley Parrish, Nija Aisha Alayja Charles, Samuel Benjamin Wishkoski, Megan J. Pete