STCU

(Juicy J) Hey, hey, hit it Drippin' off my fingertips Tell me how you like that shit I'ma let you get off quick Once I get inside, that's it, ooh-oh I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up Your boy Juicy J, mane, let's get it Ay, let's go Tore the club up, then I shot your club up I might love her, I ain't use no rubber She said, "Don't worry 'bout that shit, you know I'm safe" (yeah ho) I said, "Don't matter anyway, bitch, it's too late" (Bitch it's too late, uh) Throwback is a never, I know, I know better Let her get on top, she came all on my Gucci sweater Hope this not a set up, she just want some feta Let her get me for my dough, no, I can't go, never Million dollar nuts all up in her guts Let's shoot a movie, cut, these hoes I cannot trust Different diamond cuts, these chains all tangled up Is it love or lust? I think I'm finna bust I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up, shoot the club up I'ma shoot the club up Bet you think I was gon' pull up like that, full pimp (I'ma shoot the club up) Drip, drip No smiles (shoot the club) I'ma shoot the club up