Lyrics The Club Up - Reeseynem, Taylor Bennett

The Club Up

And we got it poppin'
And we got the Glock in
And we got the pot in
And don’t let the cop in
No matter the circus
That booty looked good so I checked the circumference
I had to determine if I was gon' swerve it and know if I want it
But now that shit pertinent
As long as she ready I’m ready let’s get it
If you got beef fuck nigga let’s hit
Let’s go hit for hit for hit
But I ain’t going tit for tat for shit
Cos this ain’t tic-tac-toe this chess
Me and Tay we gotta we gotta go flex
Yeah we already up nigga fuck it up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Got a real nice?
You done used both?
Got a real nice smile, this a real nice house, this a real nice jet
I don’t really get pressed, I don’t really get stressed
Only thing on my body that I got distressed
Is the jeans that I rock every time I do a set or I’m on camera,
motherfucker I flex
You cannot mirror this energy
That shit infinity, that’s my identity, uh
I might just switch up the energy
Y’all niggas ballin' but that shit is literally, uh
TBE that is an entity, sorry if we had to come do it differently, uh
It’s hot on this block
It’s hot on this block
It’s hot on this block, Tennessee
?
like I’m wet on this jet when it’s raining, that bitch is bluer than in the
sea
I’m a tourist when I move my soda, she asked me if I want a bottle of Hennessy
It’s hot on this block
It’s hot on this block
It’s hot on this block, Tennessee
?
like I’m wet on this jet when it’s raining, that bitch is bluer than in the
sea
I’m in this bitch getting checks
Just a bookbag on the jet
I do not lag I just jet
She gave me the neck I respect
She got my respect to the death
No cap no Michelin-ess
I wish I could save it all up on a rainy day
I’m ridin round with my partner like it’s Training Day
I’m surgical with this bitch
I’m doing surgery on my mixtape
My girl thicker than some duck-tape
On Instagram with that duck face
You ain’t talkin money then about fast
Man I ain’t goin nowhere it ain’t about the cake
Blue cake on my like its my birthday I ain’t tell ya
250 on the dash sorry officer I ain’t tell ya, don’t know what to tell ya
And we got it poppin
And we got the Glock in
And we got the pot in
And you don’t got no option
Proceed with precaution
We might get to poppin'
You might need a doctor to balance your shit
So don’t let the cop in
No matter the circus
That booty looked good so I checked the circumference
I had to determine if I was gonna swerve it and know if I want it
But now that shit pertinent
As long as she ready I’m ready let’s get it
If you got beef fuck nigga let’s hit
Let’s go hit for hit for hit
But I ain’t going tit for tat for shit
Cos this ain’t tic-tac-toe this chess
Me and Tay we gotta we gotta go flex
Yeah we already up nigga fuck it up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next
Tear the booth up now tear the club up next