Lyrics

[The Party]: Fuck it I'ma go right in Killing shit I'm the kingpin Through thick and thin and sick and sin An L's an L, a wins a win Mix some twins with juice and gin Im back in this shit again Cause I been on the run just like ya boy Osama Bin Pina coladas and, Coke mixed with Kolonopins They askin me what do you recommend we mix the chronic with? It doesn't matter, you get stoned as fuck anyways Everyday I'm smoking J's The best chaser for some Bombay It's only noon but you know what they say: you pay to play And I ain't talking play like selling weed or bagging Yay I meant play hard like I'ma fucking die today I'm hungry y'all so get away Eating rappers like fillets (Change voice) Like a fish fillet? Save it man, that's gross as fuck Yuck, I think I'm throwing up From rap I've never made a buck Get off my nuts, get off my what? Your beats are good, your rhyming sucks (Trolling) I'm like 20 thousand miles up Uhh and I think I'll vote for Donald Trump Uhh then fuck your bitch in her butt Uhh then maybe I'ma smoke a blunt, uhhh yeah Fuck it man I'm done trolling It's time to take this shit seriously... [The After Party]: You said I'm corny and my bars suck we'll see about that They told my ass not to go in, you should just quit rap But it's back to back bumping in the Cadillac Pockets fat, I ain't talking Jack Black Fax the facts while I'm smoking on pacc The old days? I'm never going back Mopping floors, I'm too good for that Cooking crack, I ain't hood for that I didn't grow up in the projects but I'm not scared to whop some ass (yeah) Bitch I am rap See me smoking weed up in Goldman Sach's Just bought my bitch some new jewelry and you're goddamn right I blew a couple stacks Uh, that's right I see you bark but not bite You new dogs with your old tricks, I'll teach your ass how to fight Get me out the sunlight, fuck it New flow yeah that's right, suck it 8 songs in 2 months, that means that I'm doing alright Bitch Yeah, I said 8 songs in 2 months, that means that I'm doing alright Biiiitch