Section Lit lyrics

[Chorus: Peezy]
A hundred bottles, b*tch, my section lit
25 thousand, b*tch, my section lit
Check out my necklace, b*tch, my section lit
See a n*gga flexin, b*tch, my section lit
I ain't coming out, unless the section lit
b*tch, it ain't no drout, you know the section lit
Sending b*tches on they routs, that's why the section lit
We ain't never running out, that's why the section lit

[Verse 1: Peezy]
Run it up, n*gga, run it up
Activis in a double cup
Tell me where it's at tonight, my baby
Me and Snoop finna f*ck it up
I just got off the road
Band up, and I'm fresh as f*ck
Laughing at these oldhead n*ggas, used to front a n*gga, now I'm ahead of them
Two chains at the same time
And I ain't еver even mеt the n*gga
Put some chains on your brain, slime
If you ever disrespect a n*gga
Hit the club and order five thousand
Rip the band off and throw it wreckless, n*gga
I don't give a f*ck who catch it, n*gga
b*tches tryna take my necklace with them
Bottle after bottle after bottle, sparkels in the air, got the section lit
Stick my finger in her pus*y while she dancing, I'm just really tryna test the b*tch
Is we f*cking or not?
Before we leave the club, I ain't with the extra sh*t
pus*y good, and the head was lit
Best money that I ever spent
[Chorus: Peezy]
A hundred bottles, b*tch, my section lit
25 thousand, b*tch, my section lit
Check out my necklace, b*tch, my section lit
See a n*gga flexin, b*tch, my section lit
I ain't coming out, unless the section lit
b*tch, it ain't no drout, you know the section lit
Sending b*tches on they routs, that's why the section lit
We ain't never running out, that's why the section lit

[Verse 2: Team Eastside Snoop]
Riding round with a dub, n*gga
My new b*tch know I'm the plug, n*gga
Double cups with that mud in it
My mama think I'm a drug dealer
Hit me up for that Texas Toast
These b*tches want me, 'cause I flex the most
[?] with the matching coat
b*tch, we popping bottles and [?]
b*tches know, I got that matress money
That's probably why I'm always acting funny
How the f*ck you gon' rob the jackers, dummy?
I pay my n*gga [?] to wrap it for me

[Chorus: Peezy]
A hundred bottles, b*tch, my section lit
25 thousand, b*tch, my section lit
Check out my necklace, b*tch, my section lit
See a n*gga flexin, b*tch, my section lit
I ain't coming out, unless the section lit
b*tch, it ain't no drout, you know the section lit
Sending b*tches on they routs, that's why the section lit
We ain't never running out, that's why the section lit