The Session

[Verse 1] It was 6 o'clock in the eve, we thinkin' 'bout goin' H.A.M Shots of New Amsterdam And Key was rolling the trees A couple shorties came through, shoulders cold as the breeze Added a liquor shoulders increases a couple degrees We chillin' We laughin, We feelin' Immaculate pad is full of some batches and bitches Lookin' for bachelorette to doc the dab master The ought of a first impression I cracked a joke and she smiled and we got right back to the session We vibin' to Mrs. Badu Open another a bottle Them hoes was a couple 7's and now they lookin' like models Comfortable in her skirt Shoulders had mellowed out Drinks was startin' to work Shorty was still sittin' but hips had started to twerk Twerk Shorty twerk Work Shorty work Now peep how shit change when shoulders start to relax might lead to deep strains And necks and arched backs might keys and key-chains Get left A text In all caps that said "Aw damn I left it" And I be thinkin' to myself "Aw damn my sessions" (x3) Fool [Chorus 1] We wasn't doin' shit Sittin' in the crib Niggas came through, fucked around and made it a session (x3) (x2) [Chorus 2] Bring a bottle Bring some tree Bring some shorties if you fuckin' with the free Or be a boss, nigga bring all three (x2) [Verse 2] The other night you woulda swore that we blew up All my peoples 'round me, all this liquor on the table I was drinkin' till I threw up Bottle in my hands told my mans pour me two up Dapper niggas here, dope, V-Necks and crew cuts Reset We blew up, no recess We too close and too Free No deals not even close Not even pull hoes, No Bruce Lee More Ryu, we kicked it Had golden and purple and light green prescriptions Then rolled 'em and burned 'em, it might be the symptoms That got me afloat, fool [Chorus 2] [Chorus 1] [Outro] FTMG, bro