Shut Down

Yeah, so my crew walked in, looking super-duper vicious.
Dressed in all black, everything we do malicious,
Walk with such a rhythm all you gotta do is listen,
All the girls past tens, looking super futuristic.
So we made way to the bar-tender,
Pulling strings all night, guitar Fender.
Ordered up a dozen, tell 'em put it on a tab,
When the party shutdown gotta throw me in a cab
I headed to the bathroom, if I could find it,
Shit, I was standing where the end of the line is
Over club music I could hear my bladder crying,
About to pull my phone out to forget about the crisis,
Then a shawty walked across and bumped it out my hand,
She was like, oh my God, I was like God damn,
Then I went in to the Matrix,
But couldn't save it, she was like, let me help,
I was like, what your name is.

When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab,
When the party shut down down down,
When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab,
When the party shut down down down.

She was like, hi I'm Teresa,
I was like, hi uhm I'm nice to meet ya,
Just forgot my name, wow do you want some pizza,
She was like, sure I guess that I could treat ya,
First I gotta get my purse, I left it with my friends,
I could introduce you and you could bring your boy band,
I was like, oh damn you really had to say that,
Trying to hurt my feelings cause that civic ain't a Maybach.
Then she left and headed to her friends,
So I ran to my niggas told them I just scored a ten,
They was like, oh man she a beamer or a Benz,
I was like Bugatti and she came here with friends.
Let's go, so we headed over there looking hella icy
Every piece of jewelry was faker than my ID.
We exchanged names, and got familiar,
Teresa took my hand and said, we're heading to the pizza hut.

Oh

When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab,
When the party shut down down down,
When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab,
When the party shut down down down.

Ten minutes from the hut and my guard was low,
We just making small talk 'cuz we walked this road.
I was feeling rather odd as my conscious froze,
Teresa's palms got sweaty she kept drawing close
Then my phone rang, interrupted the convo,
My homeboy called I'm like, what's going on yo,
He's breathing hella hard my brother where are you at,
We just had to run a mile from those gun slinging cats,
I'm like hold up, what you mean my nigga.
They robbed us blind, couple gs my nigga,
Yes I'm talking about the girls with twhateveresa,
I don't think they're girls, I felt a d my nigga.
Then I turned to my left made eye contact,
With the barrel of a Glock 19 all black,
Heard the words, wallet iPhone cash,
I'm like, damn then it all went black,
Word up



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Writer(s): Bruce Gordon, Luis Ricardo
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