| Ayy | 
| 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) | 
| I get nasty | 
| When the moon come out and the juice kick in | 
| Liquor in my system, system | 
| No need to ask me | 
| When the party end 'cause I’m on my way | 
| To give you what you’re missin', missin' | 
| It’s 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot | 
| Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah | 
| We ain’t tryna make it home and I don’t wanna be alone | 
| No way, yeah, tonight | 
| So hit my phone, woah-oh | 
| Sippin' '42 and you know I’m bent | 
| Too far gone, oh-oh | 
| Liquor got me sendin' that risky text | 
| Ayy, ayy | 
| 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 them hoes back-back, give you fifty feet | 
| Before you look at him, you know I’m the one you see (Yeah bitch) | 
| He told me I get crazy when I get up on the yak | 
| Nah, I 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 | 
| 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) | 
| So hit my phone, woah-oh | 
| Sippin' '42 and you know I’m bent | 
| Too far gone, oh-oh | 
| Liquor got me sendin' that risky text | 
| It’s 2:30 on the dot and still crackin' at the spot | 
| Oh yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah | 
| We ain’t tryna make it home and I don’t wanna be alone | 
| No way, yeah, tonight |