GATZBY (verse 1)

Pulled up to your spot and we up in your party
Blacked out and stumbling drunk on Bacardi
Two redbones rubbing up on me
One of them high the other named molly
Is that your girl? Is that your man?
I'm sorry bro she just my friend
We knocking boots no timberlands
Like 7 eleven she cum again
And we open all night alright
So don't get tight if she open alright
We trying to keep it calm man we ain't trying to fight
But if I swing then they all just might
Somebody call the cops man it ain't nothing
Let her body drop man I bet she bluffing
When hear that knock dog keep puffing
Just let party pop keep the music bumping real niggas in here


Chorus

Doors off we get it poppin
No one in league fans watch (Real Niggas)
Where my bad girls start twerk
grab tight dont hurt nothin (Real Niggas)
Trunk open, Trunk open, Trunk open (All my real niggas)
Trunk open, Trunk open, Trunk open, We get it poppin


GATZBY (verse 2)

Sipping on Worthington
Probably crash up on the curb again
At alumni getting dumb high
Hoes ain't saying nothing dog pay them no mind.
Itchy for that paper I see you next time
My grind Tony Hawk
Celebrate bottles
Im a late haters hate til they hating put me in stores
Figure that figure more
Your girl a figure four
Before the party shorty knocking out a young niggas chores
State street 2 am 3 freaks playing him
Clock hits 4 me and Pat we going in.
5 we go live something you don't wanna miss
Soon as it hits 6 go bye they kicking bricks
7am IHOP you see them hating.
Lean to the side my eyes you see I'm faded.
One thing on my mind is physical relations
with ya girl in here she looking hella vacant.

L Nel (verse)

Steppin out my whip pop open the trunk
shorty steppin out the whip and then started to crunk
shortly after that her bump was grindin my front
she got a backside you can see from the front
order couple rounds and let them shots go to work
couple shots later see them ladies on the twerk
couple minutes later room smell full of purp
see them real niggas never smokin on the dirt
now the club for sure rock bottles gon pop
shorties gon flock she on the creep
they be twerkin for dollars they be twerkin for hollas
man it dont really matter when she twerkin dat nana
see me i'm no superman but bet that i scoop her man
and you on that aquaman and you dying of thirst
so you diving head first L out

Chorus (2x)

Doors off we get it poppin
No one in league fans watch (Real Niggas)
Where my bad girls start twerk
grab tight dont hurt nothin (Real Niggas)
Trunk open, Trunk open, Trunk open (All my real niggas)
Trunk open, Trunk open, Trunk open, We get it poppin