Shut Down (part. Yung Fusion)

Yeah

So my crew walked in, looking super-duper vicious

Dressed in all black, everything we do malicious

Walk with such a rhythm all you gotta do is listen

All the girls past tens, looking super futuristic

So we made way to the bar-tender

Pulling strings all night, guitar, Fender

Ordered up a dozen, tell em: Put it on a tab

When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab

I headed to the bathroom, if I could find it

Shit, I was standing where the end of the line is

Over club music I could hear my bladder crying

'Bout to pull my phone out to forget about the crisis

Then a shawty walked across and bumped it out my hand

She was like: Oh my God, I was like: God damn

Then I went in to the matrix

But couldn't save it, she was like: Let me help

I was like: What your name is?

When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab

When the party shut down down down

When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab

When the party shut down down down

She was like: Hi, I'm Teresa

I was like: Hi uhm, I'm, nice to meet ya

Just forgot my name, wow, do you want some pizza?

She was like: Sure, I guess that I could treat ya

First, I gotta get my purse, I left it with my friends

I could introduce you and you could bring your boy band

I was like: Oh damn, you really had to say that

Trying to hurt my feelings cause that Civic ain't a Maybach

Then she left and headed to her friends

So I ran to my niggas, told them I just scored a ten

They was like: Oh man she a Beamer or a Benz

I was like: Bugatti, and she came here with friends

Lets go, so we headed over there looking hella icy

Every piece of jewelery was faker than my ID

We exchanged names, and got familiar

Teresa took my hand and said: We're heading to the Pizza Hut

Oh

When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab

When the party shut down down down

When the party shut down gotta throw me in a cab

When the party shut down down down

10 minutes from the Hut and my guard was low

We just making small talk 'cuz we walked this road

I was feeling rather odd as my conscious froze

Teresa's palms got sweaty she kept drawing close

Then my phone rang, interrupted the convo

My homeboy called, I'm like: What's going on yo?

He's breathing hella hard: My brother, where you at?

We just had to run a mile from those gun slinging cats

I'm like: Hold up hold up, what you mean my nigga?

They robbed us blind, couple G's my nigga

Yes I'm talking about the girls with T-whatever-esa

I don't even think they're girls, I felt a D my nigga

Then I turned to my left, made eye contact

With the barrel of a Glock, 19, all black

Heard the words wallet, iPhone, cash

I'm like: Damn, then it all went black

Word up