Lyrics J. Stalin – In The Club

Aye
Right now, right now

We snuck the strap in the club
Real niggas showin’ us love

Banger homie, no, I ain’t come to play with niggas
Live wire we get money we don’t hate on niggas
Niggas call me crazy and I agree with ’em
Play me close, let the two two 3’s hit em
I’m in the club doing the same ole ten street
All these little bitches want to fuck on me
Got the bottles in my hands with the fireworks
Them niggas over there, that’s a cold jerk
Them niggas know, I show ’em how this Mac work
Get to squeezin’ that motherfucker ’till my back hurt
But lil mama lookin’ good in that black skirt
So I’ma fuck her from the back, ’til her back hurt
Two shots of Patron I need two more
Two bitches and they on
Told ’em let’s go
Too straps and I shoot ’em out the window
West Oakland niggas gon’ off they mental

We snuck the strap in the club
Real niggas showin’ us love

Shit, I snuck my strap up in this motherfucker
Bruh, relax don’t get popped off in this motherfucker
Prices down, big chains, Glocks and sticks
I ain’t ready ’bout dog, I’m tryin’ to knock his bitch
And if we funkin’ with niggas hoods
That me we goin on sticks
I’m trying to hit my target
I’m trying to make shit flip
Put this dick on a bitch
Make her bust these strips
Told her, bend back strips
Bitch brought back strips
Ain»t no talk back bitch
Just bring back chips
Bitch, keep your nigga
If he don’t get in my business
Sheesh!
I fill my cup up with drugs
I show these bitches no love
Bitch, take this game and go run me my funds
Bitch, I’m talkin’ fast, bitch, so hurry up
I’m crazy for that bag, I think I’m going nuts
Sheesh
I snuck my strap in this bitch
I make it drip in this bitch

We snuck the strap in the club
Real niggas showin’ us love
I fill my cup up with drugs
I show these bitches no love
Right now, right now
Right now
We mobbin’ right now
Right now, right now
We mobbin’ right now