You took the autotune off?
Real shit, need the autotune off, though
Just like this, keep it goin', don't even cut it off, nigga
(Icewear Vezzo)

Tear the club up, tear the club up (Tear the club up)
Phew, aight, yeah, they ain't hear you, one more time, ayy
Tear the club up, tear the club up (Tear the club up)
Nah, they ain't hear you, keep it goin', fuck it, let's go, alright
Tear the— uh, tear the motherfuckin' club up (Woo)

Yeah, hit a titty bar and throw the hunds up (Throw the hunds up)
AK-47, better not run up (Better not run up)
Yeah, them 7. 62's look like lug nuts (Fire, fire, fire)
I be high up off the lean, all my words slurring (All my words slurring)
Pop a flat and now I'm rollin' like my mm-mm (Hol' up)
Pop a flat and now I'm rollin', I can't turn a curb (Skrr)
Rollie blown and this Audemars, it cost me thirty birds (Cost me thirty birds)
Told my bitch to suck my dick, bitch, I'm a gang member (Bah)
Put that AR on my shoulder, made me aim different (Hm)
Miss that raw inside that dog, you know my chain glitter (Skrr, skrr, skrr)
Fuck your racks, bitch, I wanna brick for a paid feat' (For a paid verse)
Yeah, fuck I'm doin' shows and I get paid for features (For real)
My young nigga do my hits, shit, he get paid to reap 'em (I'm gone)
I got rich and I get married, I get paid to keep her (Ah)
The FN ringin' on my hip just like a pager beeper (Beep)
Shoot my gun up in the air, I'm tryna clear the club
Take his chain, throw him a party like I'm Mister [?] (Uh-huh)
Two pints of KeKe, that's six thousand, yeah, that's sixty dubs
Hit your party, fuck a nigga's section, it's all Crips and Bloods

Tear the club up, tear the club up (What?)
Tear the club up, tear the club up, nigga (What?)
Tear the club up, tear the club up (Huh)
Tear the club up, tear the motherfuckin' club up (What?)
Yeah, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the plug up
Yeah, tear the plug up, tear the plug up (Got a hunnid shooters in this bitch)
Yeah, back and forth, nigga, tear the plug up

Yeah, yeah, cut the mud up, cut the mud up, yeah, yeah
Tear the plug up, tear the club up, yeah, yeah
Big rings on my finger, cost me 'bout a house, nigga
I be countin' my money, my dick all in her mouth, nigga
So much cocaine in my crew, we like the Ku Klux
I'm so up, I put designer on my sluts, nigga
Put a cooler on that bitch, it shoot a whole hundon
Paid my ties in these streets, they call me Pluto Reverend
Got that type of check, I might go snatch up Angela, nigga
Hanging with some savages, some drug dealers, and gamblers, yeah
Got the devil with me, ridin' passenger, nigga
Walk a nigga down, diamonds come from Africa, nigga
Took the plug off and then I made myself a plug
I'm on Adderall but Pluto take a lot of drugs
My ghetto bitch start speakin' bilingual, I threw her hand baguettes
Throw these hundreds up like singles, I can still fuck on my ex
[?] they take a hit, these niggas think they blessed
I can't—, I can't turn the curb in this demon, I've been on this X
Leave a—, leave a nigga on the curb with his head cut off, holes in his chest
All these diamonds on my wrinist cost a couple Corvettes
It'd be hard to turn down 'cause I know these rappers so goofy
If the police calling, I promise I'll never tell the truth

Tear the club up, tear the—, tear the club up, ayy
Tear the club up, tear the—, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the—, tear the club up, ayy
Take the plug off, then go fuck the club up

Tear the club up, tear the—, tear the club up
Tear the club up, tear the—, tear the club up