Alone at the club lyrics

[Intro: Arsx]
Na, na, na
Na, na, na, na
Cyfal
What if I said, um

[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash

[Verse 1: Arsx]
Oh, really, I'm just here for intercourse
Hit reverse cow, spin that b*tch 'round, send her home
I ain't never been the type to put a ring up on a ho
But if I like her, I'ma wife her
Then she end up on a post
Whoa, this will never ever be a home
You got no soul, basically, I'm talking to a ghost
'Lil vro, bouta hit him eight times in a row
I'ma hand him [?] three [?] both [?]
Yuh, it's the part where shawty get violent, uh
This is when we all start vibin', uh
This is when the joints get lighted
Y'all start wylin', another upon the eyelid
In a year, we'll be flying out private
If I'm honest, we're already on fly sh*t
So high, b*tch, I'm flyer than a pilot
Try it, bruh, I got a touch like Midas
[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash

[Verse 2: 666SWISH]
Black .45, better blink for the bat
With a mag two times, my goon, she bad
Multiply my ice, made a fit two stack
Tell the b*tch "square up," when I might just blast
One-sixty, pour up a shot, R.I.P. Whitney
White girl drinks, I drink with both Whitneys
Slide on a b*tch I know won't be stingy
Shut up, yes, you're acting too kiddy
That boy P-Diddy
Move like gang, this eyes in my city
Tell DeeKay that a boy gotta slide
And need me a baddie, cop a new ride
Hop up inside, four badass biddies
Can't choose one, then take 'em all with me
P.I.M.P. move like Fiddy
Fashion fit, I step in too drippy
[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash

[Verse 3: DeeKay]
See me out in [?] I'ma [?] bad b*tch
Runnin' on the scene like I'm 21 Savage
Ghostface killers, my jewelers ain't finna blow sh*t
Like a chopper, spittin' facts on the whole b*tch
Everybody know I got the bag on me
Gettin' my bread up all on my lonely
f*ck with boys, your b*tch is my homie
She wanna roll around and get on me
Like, whoa, on my rodeo
She just want me for the f*ckin' dough
If your b*tch is on my di*k
I swear to God I hit it four times
I ran it back, four times I had the dash
Runnin' from the po'
If your b*tch is on me, we gotta go
[Chorus: Arsx]
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash
Oh, damn, baby got back
I be on track, lootin' crap with a mask
Black .45, 'lil strap on my lap
With a bad b*tch, countin' up stacks and the cash