F**k the Club Up

(Ugh-uh)
(Yeah)
(Aye)
(Ugh)
(It's Patek)
(Ugh-uh)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Ugh)
(Aye)

I'm popping bottles, so you know it's time to pour up
I'm standing on the couches, it's time to go up
I'm strapped like a seatbelt, so don't stroll up
They know it's on the floor every time we show up
Yeah we fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up

I keep that pole on me, like it's an election
If that nigga not the gang, then he can't get into my section
That perpetrating nigga not about it he just flexing
Call that nigga Zayn, he got beef with me, it's One Direction
I'm a work of art, like Van Gogh
I stay sharp like a pencil
That's why they all watch a nigga like a channel
I showed them niggas how to do it like a demonstration
I ball so hard, I could cover Sports Illustrated
Last name Patek, so you niggas better watch out
Hit Tenia for the fit, I'm bout to Popout
That nigga gossip like a hoe, I call him Ricki Lake
I ran my money up so easy, that's a piece of cake

I'm popping bottles, so you know it's time to pour up
I'm standing on the couches, it's time to go up
I'm strapped like a seatbelt, so don't stroll up
They know it's on the floor every time we show up
Yeah we fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up
We fuck the club up

(I'm popping bottles, so you know it's time to pour up)
(Yeah I'm standing on the couches, it's time to go up)
(I'm strapped like a seatbelt, so don't stroll up)
(Niggas know it's on the floor every time we show up)
(Ugh)
(Ugh-uh)
(Yeah)
(It's Patek)



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Writer(s): Devon Franklin
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