Party Favors

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Travis Thompson] Waking up around 10 Laying up in my bed Watch Forest Gump again thinking fuck my friends Swear I'll never ever get that drunk again But they hit my phone like how you finna doin' Just some out of pocket adolescents Easily influenced by the trap drums and a fat sack Watching ass jump tryna grab that But I never do shit I just take it and sit But them kids who ain't shit and we plotting our licks like Damn this a nice house, yo, film laptop with a cash yo My karma trash but I'm never tripping, we got bills to pay Dude get out ya feeling's That's life style from the broken rapping Nothing happens how it's supposed to happen Coast is clear and my folk's is laughing Neighborhoods we don't know whats cracking All my friends is disrespectful, people fucking in the next room Got some condoms, they won't get used In the kitchen, checking twitter All I got is one life to live, so, I might as well make a move Honey dipped just like 5 of them So I slide my ass cross the room It's going better than I thought it would, So I asked to dance She like "Nah, I'm good" So It's back to back, I'm passed out again This cycle never ever gonna end It's like (Ayyy) [Hook: Travis Thompson] And you know my name, and I know yours too Kids from around my way, better come right through and And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk We can never get enough right (ayyy) and And you know my name, and I know yours too Kids from around my way, better come right through And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk We can never get enough right [Verse 2: Travis Thompson] Roll up like what's good I'm fucked up in your hood, My dick out my chinos I'm screamin' "Bitch keep those" Post 3 pics with a bad bitch in it We ain't really friends but they won't know the difference Saying sky is the limit, getting top in a civic Thinking biggie be so proud, finna get it, get it, get it To the function where the wild are And we boppin' all they shit (they shit) Flip skimpy sacks for they daddy's racks And they think we friends but fuck no I been rolling something, sparking up Ashing on they carpet rugs Passing out them sparse ass nugs And they still gon' say that I'm the plug Like oh my god, I swear this shit too easy Eat pesto out your fucking fridge Like say something bitch eat me I've been singing, I've been wiling Bump Sean Kingston at your party Beautiful girls all around me, Girl who owns this crib is crying But I couldn't care less, broke, hungry, careless And this world ain't fair yet, So it's do-or-die I guess I'm the villain, spilling drinks all on your futon Screaming "bill me," taking selfies with your puppy Before we leave will all your money Singin' (ayyyy) [Hook: Travis Thompson] And you know my name, and I know yours too Kids from around my way, better come right through and And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk We can never get enough right (ayyy) and And you know my name, and I know yours too Kids from around my way, better come right through And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk We can never get enough right