Rooftop Bar

Don't leave me lonely, don't leave me lonely, don't leave me lonely, yeah, on the rooftop

And I'm drinking this liquor, this shit got me fucked up, type of shit that I might go

And catch, luck, all my brothers they might go and re-up, got a hoe on my side with that

Simple shit, I might go hit it, my brothers might tee up, type of nigga I might go and

Feast up, all these G's, but I call it the G-Clutch, damn, I like to simple, bitch, simple

Fit, hoe with ah dimple, knocking at hoes, that's really simple, all of that shit just

To eat up my pickle, damn, I got like too much luck in the back, and then seeing that

Man go and pull me a drive-by, type of shit so I'm feeling like Bill Nye, I got these

Racks so I might go and touch skys, damn, uh, high on the earth, bitch, I'm lifted, burn

Out the shit so my truck getting lifted, burn out the threes and I roll 450, all of these