Its A Party

Lyrics
[Verse] I'm fresh as hell like it's my last day I just woke up and count the cash, bae Fast-ass car, now everybody wanna race I'm high on Mars, you can see it in my fuckin' face I'm way too hard, please don't put me in them trash debates, ugh I just hit her from the back, you took her ass on dates, ugh It's not Ramadan, I'm eatin', I can't pass the plate, yeah I'm shootin' a hundred for a hundred, why would I pass the cake, nigga? Oh, you flexed up? Yeah, watch how fast it take No, you cannot catch up, your car got a trash intake Porsche 911, whip that bitch like it's stolen All these other niggas mad 'cause Lil' O still chosen Hold on, you bend that curb, them young niggas start blowin' And this bitch get on my nerves, told her, "Shut up and start blowin" She went in my closet and said, "Why all your jeans say Rick Owen?" I count deads and spread bread, yeah, I'm already knowin' Woke up with two pistols yeah, I'm clutchin', Max Payne I fuck with my shooter 'cause he put in mad pain, hold on Shoutout to my jeweler 'cause he made me mad chains, hold up You can't sell out shows, they ain't screamin' your name, hold up We sell out shows, we fuck hoes, hold up We count up rolls and we tag toes I just made a lil' bitch put on the others clothes, yeah And I'm with this lil' bitch, she playin' with her nose, yeah It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, oh yeah Off the X, don't stop me, don't start me (Oh, yeah) It's a party, it's a party, it's a party Tell the ho, "Call me Lil O, bitch, don't call me 'Mari" You eatin' nachos, we eatin' calamari Had some thot hoes hit some pot holes, so they late to the party But fuck it, that's okay, we all came to get gnarly But fuck it, that's okay, we all came to get gnarly Ran out of racks so you rap cappin', nigga Pulled out the strap, I ain't cock back, I just aim it I ain't think about the plan when I up the ante Your gang for my gang, who you think I'm takin'? Huh What a shame, niggas lame, man, they always fakin', uh I spent one-fifty for my neck and told your bitch to taste it Told twin, "Go roll a QP up" and then we run to face it Don't brag about your life, we been did that, that shit so basic (So basic)
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Credits
- Writers
- OsamaSon
- Rok
- skai
- legion
- Warren Hunter