Naked Party

Lyrics

[Intro] (It's a Wayne beat) Ghetto Boyz shit, nigga, Money Is Not Everything Gaffle Boyz shit, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'? That shit on the floor with me, yeah, yeah (Fuck the fire, we got grease) [Verse] I'm with ten hoes, finna have a naked party If the nigga actin' tough, he got a weapon, probably Lil' bro called my phone, he just nailed somebody Every day I wake up tryna help somebody Like who the fuck gon' help me? Thousand 'bows of gumbo, can you smell me? Oh, you got a new strap? Let Trell see He got some loose Act', he tryna sell three I don't live in Flint no more, but if you wanna sell dope, you gotta tell me Yeah, got a week before I get off house arrest, but I feel free I feel it in the air, run up in his house, kill him in a chair If your nigga runnin' through the dog food, hit him with a square Off a G6 in Miami, bitches everywhere, it's a different vibe They shot him in his head, how he still alive? I don't sell food, but I can get a chicken fried Pulled up on my new bitch and got my pickle tried I know that nigga dead, he got killed alive, he got buried alive A nigga touch Rio, then everyone dies, that's how it gotta go Chocolate chip cookie, got a lot of dough Burn his head with the AK and make pot roast That is not no real Act', that nigga got close Told bro to chase the car down, that nigga got close Paralyze his ass, now he cannot post I got the Lamb' truck, I'm finna cop Ghost We had five hundred shots when we went and got Ghost And we had a switch on us, but he did not know I told lil' Tay we can't show him that 'Cause if he ask, we gon' have to throw him that I asked him what he want for his birthday, he want a hat And he want a SK with a shoulder strap with a knife on it I know my chain nice, but you'll trade your whole life for it JR just called me with a sealed pint of dinosaur I'm somewhere drinkin' on a red pint, you can't find a four Every time I hit Patton Moon, I spend a dime or more I had a quarter million dollar jewelry on, won a diamond war I don't know 'bout your life, but mine important I had some Wockhardt, who could find some Morton? These niggas don't care, they hit his ass five times at Hurley Right now I'm in New York, but I'm not with girly I got some pork chops in the pint when I got with Shirley, that's my Auntie Blackout off the drank, bitch, I can't see He drinkin' fake drank, so he fake sleep They always win in shootouts, they slide eight deep Shit, I'd rather go and slide by myself, nobody can't speak I'm stickin' to the crooked jumps, fuck the fake teeth You sneak dissin' me on Facebook, bro, that ain't beef [Outro] Fuck it, uh, um, I ain't from the Buck, but I jump in YN Jay beef Matter of fact, I'm finna jump in Tay beef