Icewear Vezzo - Tear the Club Up lyrics

[Intro: Icewear Vezzo] You took the autotune off? Real sh*t, need the autotune off, though (Drank God) Just like this, keep it goin', don't even cut it off, ni**a (Damn, Max) (Iced Up Records) [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo] Tear the club up, tear the club up (Tear the club up) Aight, yeah, 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', fu*k it, let's go, alright Tear the mo'— tear the motherfu*kin' club up (Woo) [Verse 1: Icewear Vezzo] 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 I be high up off the lean, that's why my words slurring (My words slurring) Pop a flat and now I'm rollin' like my hmm-hmm (Hol' up) Pop a flat and now I'm rollin', I can't turn a curb (Skrrt) Rollie blown and it's Audemars, this cost me thirty birds (Cost me thirty birds) Told my chick to su*k my dick, b*tch, I'm a gang member (On God) Put that AR on my shoulder, make me aim different (Hmm) Mix that raw inside that dog and now my chain glitter fu*k your racks, b*tch, I want a bricky for a paid feature (For a paid verse) Yeah, fu*k I'm doin' shows and I get paid for features? (For real) My young ni**a do my hits, yeah, he get paid to reaper (I'm gone) I got rich and I get married, I could pay to keep her (Nah) The F&N 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 Rugs (Uh-huh) Two pints of KiKi, that's six thousand, yeah, that's sixty hunds Hit your party, fu*k a ni**a section, it's all Crips and Bloods [Chorus: Icewear Vezzo & Future] Tear the club up, tear the club up (What?) Tear the club up, tear the club up, ni**a (What?) Tear the club up, tear the club up (Drank God) Tear the club up, tear the motherfu*kin' club up, uh 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 b*tch, ni**a) Yeah, back and forth, ni**a, tear the plug up (Ray-Ray) [Verse 2: Future] 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, ni**a I be countin' my money, my dick all in her mouth, ni**a So much cocaine in my crew, we like the Ku Klux I'm so up, I put designer on my s*uts, ni**a Put a cooler on that b*tch, it shoot a whole hundun Paid my tithes in these streets, they call me Pluto reverend Got that type of check, I might go snatch up Angela, ni**a Hangin' with some savages, some drug dealers and gamblers, yeah Got the devil with me ridin' passenger, ni**a Walk a ni**a down, diamonds come from Africa, ni**a Took the plug off and then I made myself a plug I'm on Adderall, but Pluto take a lot of drugs My ghetto b*tch start speakin' bilingual, I threw her hand baguettes Throw these hundreds up like singles, I can still fu*k on my ex Pulled up with these demons, they take a hit, these ni**as 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 ni**a on the curb with his head cut off, holes in his chest All these diamonds on my wrinist cost a couple Corvettes It be hard to turn down 'cause I know these rappers so goofy If the police calling, I promise I'll never tell the truth [Chorus: Future] 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, and then go fu*k the club up [Outro: Future] Tear the club up, tear the, tear the club up Tear the club up, tear the, tear the club up