Type Nice - Packy

I pop the top off the drink of the night

If you’re not feeling it yet, you’re not drinkin' it right

While you’re over there nursin' it

I just killed mine, took this dude’s beat box, and threw a verse in it

Dang, we the life of the party aren’t we

Getting retardy, sippin' Bacardi

Drinkin' it faster than a Ferrari

Ain’t no controlling me, what are you Ari?

What am I Vince?

Maybe Lombardi

'Cause I be popping champagne like I’m winning the game

If you’re not on my team, you’ll be sorry

Where does my gang go?

Any residence where the dr-drinks flow

Where the fine ass choes at and the wine flows at

Everybody knows that, girl, where your clothes at?

Oh, the wine’s kickin' in, or it might be Heineken

She’s working that behind again, somebody should remind me that

I’m drunk!

'Cause I might make some bad decisions

I can’t even see straight, I might need some supervision

Wave your hand up in my face and you won’t get no two for flinchin'

'Cause I’m passed out

I’m not waking up, ain’t no point in pinchin'

See me on the town I bet I’m faded (faded, faded, faded)

Don’t hear my song at the club?

They already played it (played it)

I-I-I-I'm feeling type nice

Drinks on the house, that’s the right price so

Gimme four of those, more dough to blow

And a couple more forties okay

I dr-dr-drink it like there’s no tomorrow

Ain’t no need to get the shot glasses, I drink it from the bottle, ah!

Straight from the bottle, ah!

Straight from the bottle, ah!

Straight from the bottle

To the bottom of the bottle

Act like you don’t know, how I got so throwed

I’m faded off the soco or it could be the Four Lokos though

Good thing I’m 21 now so the popo’s not gon' get me

All I see is ho ho hoes, but they’re not sliding down the chimney

What is up with these, up with these, uppity choes

That are lookin' for company

The night is y-y-young, and I ain’t done drinkin' bottles of bubbly

By the time I am, any ugly girls’ll be lookin' like at least 8's

And they’re tryna get on, but since I’m a G

All they’re getting is a gee thanks

Back to my free dranks, I think I’m ready for another round

I do the home run, give her the runaround

She could give another dude brain, let him dumb her down

Old thirsty chick, I’m thirsty too, but for this liquor

You been lookin' at that drink, so long, you got, a mental picture

Drink it up, and pass it, throw it back like it’s classic

Then throw it up like it’s nasty, we’re countin' rounds like draftees

Don’t ask me if I’m hamskied, I drink whatever I damn please

I’m tryna find my damn keys, I’m drunk

See me on the town I bet I’m faded (faded, faded, faded)

Don’t hear my song at the club?

They already played it (played it)

I-I-I-I'm feeling type nice

Drinks on the house, that’s the right price so

Gimme four of those, more dough to blow

And a couple more forties okay

I dr-dr-drink it like there’s no tomorrow

Ain’t no need to get the shot glasses, I drink it from the bottle, ah!

Straight from the bottle, ah!

Straight from the bottle, ah!

Straight from the bottle

To the bottom of the bottle