text: The party never ends
  In a motel layin with my sins, yeah
  Im tryna get revenge
  Youll be all out of love in the end
  Spent ten hours on this flight, man
  Told the pilot aint no flight plans
  Cant believe whatever Im seein
  And they know whenever I land
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  The party never ends
  In a motel layin with my sins, yeah
  Im tryna get revenge
  Youll be all out of love in the end
  Bicentennial man, put the city on slam
  She get trippy off Xans, lost twenty-one grams
  And she did it on cam, wasnt no video dance
  Make my own rules, I really dont pick, I just choose
  I dont set picks, I just shoot
  Chopped and get screwed
  I told her its B.Y.O.B., that mean buy your own boobs
  Put it on God, He the one that put me on top
  Cant be put in a box, gotta move on the opps
  Devil got the move on the drop
  Niggas tryna move on the Scott
  Cant move that deep, tryna run down, shits steep
  Gotta act a fool with the squad
  Next city, no sleep, back to the 713
  Spent ten hours on this flight, man 
  Told the pilot aint no flight plans 
  Cant believe whatever Im seein 
  And they know whenever I land 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Heartbreak hotel
  Bet you cant take no Ls
  Plug like AOL
  Who say that I aint gon sell?
  Hand me the H, Ill sell
  She said, I got a nigga
  I said, I aint gon tell
  Buy it by the pound so it aint no scale
  Im sick of the drink 
  The flippin of paint 
  Grippin the grain 
  Whippin the tank 
  My niggas gon flame 
  Bitch, Im with gang 
  Got your bitch on a plane
  Spent ten hours on this flight, man 
  Told the pilot aint no flight plans 
  Cant believe whatever Im seein 
  And they know whenever I land 
  Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  The party never ends
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  The party never ends
  Family function, aint no friends, had a line around my ends
  Turned em into Ms, why you tryna make amends?
  Whats that smell? Its heavens scent
  And, like I jump straight out the wind
  Dodgin hell and sins, I cant go back there again
  Nah, the dawgs aint civilized, take the one, feel vilified
  You cant see my sons, like the light dont hit they side
  In the function, and Im fried, its a strive, its not a drive
  When they open wide, its a riot, riot
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Nah, nigga, nah, nigga, for real, we walkin in this bitch heavy
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up
  They know me when they see me, nigga, ahhh!
  Fuck the club up, fuck the club up 
  Uh