Zero fucking manners in the VIP room.
Some anthems are built for one purpose: total chaos. “No Manners In VIP” is a rowdy, unruly club anthem about crashing the velvet-rope scene and tearing it apart — no class, no rules, no apologies.
The Story Behind the Song
Opening with frantic synth alarms, shattering glass, and a distorted 808 rumble, “No Manners In VIP” throws the listener straight into the middle of the wreckage. It’s a shouted, high-energy record built around call-and-response chaos — the sound of a night completely off the rails.
“No class, pure trash, throwing up cash!
Run up the tab and we smash and dash!”
The bridge drops into a full gang-chant breakdown — “No manners! No rules!” — building back into one final maximum-energy chorus before the song ends the way it started: chaos, sirens, and shattering glass.
Full Lyrics
No Manners In VIP
Genre: Hardcore Trap, Southern Hip-Hop
Style: Distorted 808 Bass, Frantic Synth Alarms, Aggressive Shouted Call-And-Response, Rowdy Club Anthem
Artist: Beat Originals
Content: Explicit
[Verse 1]
Bounced past the velvet rope, muddy boots on the leather
Brought a pack of wild motherfuckers together
Fuck your bottle service dress code, fuck your suit and tie
We’re blowing cheap smoke in the maître d’s eye
Stomping on the sofa, spilling gin on the rug
Living like a loud-mouthed, low-down thug
Manager is crying ’cause we brought the whole hood
Doing every single thing we said we never would!
[Verse 2]
Cussed out the owner, took a swig from the glass
Told the snobby bastards they can kiss my ass
Throwing hundred dollar bills right in the bouncer’s face
Turning all your fancy shit to one big waste!
Pop the top off the champagne, spray it on the couch
A bunch of unruly bastards in a high-class house!
[Pre-Chorus]
(Call: What you gonna do?)
Tear the place down!
No class, pure trash, throwing up cash…
Run up the tab and we smash and dash!
[Chorus]
Security mad cause we talking too loud!
Got the whole damn room acting up in the crowd!
No class, pure trash, throwing up cash!
Run up the tab and we smash and dash!
Zero fucking manners in the VIP room…
Bringing every motherfucker to their doom!
[Verse 3]
Boots on the velvet, zero filter in the throat
Pouring top-shelf tequila down a silk-trimmed coat
We don’t give a single fuck about your fancy quote!
[Pre-Chorus]
(Call: What you gonna do?)
Tear the place down!
No class, pure trash, throwing up cash…
Run up the tab and we smash and dash!
[Chorus]
Security mad cause we talking too loud!
Got the whole damn room acting up in the crowd!
No class, pure trash, throwing up cash!
Run up the tab and we smash and dash!
Zero fucking manners in the VIP room…
Bringing every motherfucker to their doom!
[Bridge]
Talk loud! (Gang Shout)
Act up! (Gang Shout)
Fuck your VIP, turn the whole club up!
No manners!
No rules!
[Chorus]
Security mad cause we talking too loud!
Got the whole damn room acting up in the crowd!
No class, pure trash, throwing up cash!
Run up the tab and we smash and dash!
Zero fucking manners in the VIP room…
Bringing every motherfucker to their doom!
[Outro]
Put it on my tab, asshole!
Songs Born from the Story.
— Beat Originals