Un club de country classique, au fin fond des États-Unis – au Texas, probablement. Un endroit tranquille, jusqu’à ce que les Rae Sremmurd débarquent et retournent littéralement l’endroit. Lassos, poney et rodéo : ils le transforment en club de strip-tease, face à une assemblée outrée… mais pas pour longtemps.
« Somebody come get her, she’s dancin’ like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she’s dancin’ like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she’s feelin’ all the liquor
Chopped and screwed up
I’m a pothead, true enough
At your ex’s crib and you’re boo’d up
Take it slow baby, we in no rush
Hennessy or Don Q, that’s a very hard choice
For the diamonds on my pinky, need a gang of cool points
And the drop head make ’em drop dead, yeah
Ye ain’t scared, ye ain’t scared, ye ain’t scared, yeah
Believe me, I’m out here, you see me, in action
I’ve heard a lot, a lot about you
Passin’ round blunts like a hot potato
And you dancin’ on the table, gushin’ like volcano
Somebody come get her, she’s dancin’ like a stripper
Somebody come tip her, she’s dancin’ like a stripper
Somebody come get her, she’s feelin’ all the liquor
You got girls in here? I’m recruitin’
And they fine, hop the line
I’ve been sippin’ on Patrón and wine
I’m just tryna have a good fuckin’ time
I was chillin’ with the open container
Grabbed her arm, told her not to be a stranger
I was blowin’ on the dank with my niggas
I was lookin’ for the girls who willin’
Baby girl, if you fuck with me then we gettin’ bands
If you smokin’ with me then we on dabs
I don’t fuck with local hoes, I told you that
How you movin’, you deserve a couple racks ».