Lyrics

[Intro: Blue Pesos] (WardoMadeThisOne) Party and bullshit, party and bullshit [Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy] I was a terrorist since the public school era Bathroom passes, skippin' class, and I started passin' Rami stones fantastic, they so distracting Talkin' three hundred somethin' thousand we ran through last year We get up close, shootin' up parties, soul fashion When the bro took the twenty-two, he look like Bo Jackson Glock 17, he stupid in special classes I can't go in without my pole, I gotta keep weapon (Shit, for real) Who shot ya? He got 22 from Big Poppa Crashed the party and everybody get low, you hear the shells droppin'? Schizophrenic thoughts, trippin' poured, I got Alzheimer's What the fuck is P talkin' 'bout? He be on different timing I don't know, but what I do know is I keep a stick and I'll get a nigga blitzed in this bitch What I'm totin', she be on ridiculousness Got hood idolizin' rats, how y'all cool with that shit? Turn it up, when we show up, the party done My niggas mad at what we on, we just havin' fun Got a rapper beatboxin', he Biz Marquis Crack his head with the Henny bottle while I'm sippin' lean I'll put this drum on a nigga, bitch, I'm Dr. Dre I'll get him drowned with a good bottle of Chardonnay The homies slide for fun, he don't have so much he gettin' paid Five hundred dollar soda just to try and clear my sins away Long live the Don, Mr. Big Bank Uchie Face All I wanna do is go to parties and be on bullshit The Crip homie creepin' in the cut, fiend blue tips I sense some foul shit there in this bitch, we gon' show out (Ayy, bitch, look) [Verse 2: Duffy] OTM here, you know what we on I won't be kickin' it right there if I can't bring in my gun She wanna leave with us 'cause we young and turnt up P and Duffy comin', bet that motherfucker finna jump We got money, shit, we just wanna bullshit and party Quick temper, big pistol, don't get nothin' started Chili getter, big spender, we just bought all the bottles I got extensions on my Nina, that bitch somethin' like a Barbie Hmm, hangin' with them guys, that'll get you sparked at Bapes on with the LA on hoodie, black sack Black mask, he got whacked, and not by baseball bats But fuck all that, though, where the party at? Ayy Walkin' through the door, we brought the drugs and some more shit Why she all on my dick? I thought that was your bitch Gang with me steppin' in the function, got my pole in She think I'ma chase her? What the fuck wrong with her? She don't know no nigga that can do it like me .223 shells flyin', tell a nigga fight these All we really wanna do is get fly and get high Pourin' lean, smokin' BC quilts, we fly, shit, shit [Outro: Duffy] Ayy And bullshit (And party, and bullshit) You know what the fuck goin' on (And party, and bullshit, bitch) From the East to the West, though Yeah, real Off the Mussle Classics type shit Hmm, hey, that's how you give a nigga the ugh