Party

Pistol to my crown
That's a hair piece
Fake ass gangstas
Never scared me
I was tryna die in the 9th grade
The way these hoes wear me down
It must be UGG season
I was eating timbits when I wrote this
My swag is forbidden, hidden lotus
Hating on the children you a old head
Hating on the children, you are Cronus

I been tryna get it
Since my lil jits was jugging
They been swiping
I been writing
You can hate me
And still play me
I'm still pushing
Shows
I still book em
Hoes
I still dub em
Money
I still get it
Chicken
I still chase it
Wrist
I still whip it
Man I'm just kidding

Money
Friends
And freedom
Love
And
Infamy I need em
Raris
Rolleys
Raf Simmons
While I'm chilling
Can't believe it
Can you relate?

Poverty
My enemies
They hate it
When I blink and breathe
Keep your fame
Dead presidents
And family
Is all I need
Can you relate?

If I don't like what you said
I revert my save my state
Six monkeys in the bed
Jumping to this drum break
Every little thing I say is a keepsake
You can find my lyrics
Snuggled in a briefcase
Never been a big fan of the drama
Only one lucky lady met my mama
I wrote this happy as hell
On my birthday
I goto sleep in briefs
No pajamas

Vera Bradley bags
For my mama
Cop a whip
For my daddy
I can die
When they happy
Better catch em smiling
(Like they)
Gastly
Ask me
Do you want yo ass beat
I will take everything
But don't talk about my family
You was talking a lot of shit
Back then when you had teeth
Mommy, Daddy
Ain't y'all glad y'all had me

Money
Friends
And freedom
Love
And
Infamy I need em
Raris
Rolleys
Raf Simmons
While I'm chilling
Can't believe it
Can you relate?



Credits
Writer(s): Eric Barnett Ii
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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