Leave The Club (feat. GloRilla & Lil Durk)

Buss it open, show me, babe

Ooh, baby, please

Buss it open, show me, babe

Ooh, baby, please

Buss it for a real player

Ooh, baby, please

I want you how I want you

Ooh, baby, please

Oh, oh, oh, yeah, yeah

I wanna leave the club right now

Tell you **** in the club to pipe down

I wanna leave the club right now

She want me flip her upside down

I wanna leave the club right now

She a freak when you not around

You pulled up tipsy, oh, yeah

I ain't gotta take it to the head (Let's go)

She doin' whatever to get in my bed

Got me like, "Here we go again"

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

I wanna leave the club right now, babe

Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh, ooh

I wanna leave the club right now

I'm feelin' this shit, it's thumpin'

But I'm finna get you out of here (Get you out of here)

Don't know how you got to the function (Get you out of here)

But I'm finna get you out of here (Out of here)

Ooh, baby, please

Buss it open, show me babe

Ooh, baby, please

Buss it for a real player

Ooh, baby, please

I want you how I want you

Ooh, baby, please

Smurk

V.I.P., I'm off the mud right now

My bitch text my phone, "Leave the club right now"

Make excuse, the kids need me, I'ma do it right now

Quarter ticket for the backend, goin' to court right now

They sayin', gotta watch they stories

Told me if I lied, then she probably turn to Lori

Your friends over there, when I pull up, we havin' orgies

I don't care if your Finsta page private, don't record me, 'cord me

Smurk, Richie my arm

I can't fuck a bitch who said some slick shit to Don

No cash on me, I just had a scammer get a room

Innocent in the club, but she wanna try shrooms

Uh, I want a cougar

Thirsty to leave, I'ma hop in a Uber

If you ever heard I fucked your friends, that's a rumor

But I—

We ain't leavin' the club right now, fuck

Ooh, baby, please

Buss it open, show me babe

Ooh, baby, please

Buss it for a real player

Bet up on my Rosé and I'm 'bout to leave the section

See me after hours, I left the club with extras

Speedin' down that highway, it's lookin' kinda reckless (GloRilla)

One hand on that wheel, got one hand on the TECs (On the gang)

If I text you "Where you at?", you got ten minutes 'fore you miss out (Where you at?)

Come home drunk as hell, I'm like "You better have that dick out" (Come here)

Wet floor sign this pussy, that's a warnin', it might slip out

Gettin' backshots from my whoopty-woop, my **** think I'm still out

He dick me down and take my soul, he tryna make me stalk him (Phew)

Little do he know, after I leave, I'm finna block him

**** gon' be ****, who the fuck am I to stop 'em?

Aye, book me for a show, it's forty K for me to rock out, on the gang

Buss it for a real player

Buss, buss it for a real player

Buss, buss it for a real player