PARTY
When I step in the party they know who I am
Bands jumping out my pants
Can't fuck with ya niggas
Don't give me No dap
Only fuck with niggas who my mans
I ain't worried bout you
Why you worried bout me
That some shit that I don't understand
Free my people locked up in the can
We soon take a few flights to japan
And I'm feeling like fifty
Nine shots in the Glock
Make him dance like Diddy
Money I got plenty
And my drip is expensive
Look how I get jiggy
And I stand on two feet
Lil nigga tryna fight
Who am I Bruce Lee
Got shooters outside
Lil nigga they smoke you like loosies
Step in the party they know who I am
My is so gnarly it came from Japan
Most of these niggas ain't really Ya mans
Flexing on niggas as hard as I can
Who gone do what lil nigga please stop it
Knowing I'm trending I'm like the main topic
Step in the room I be hot like the tropics
Give me some space I steeped back then i dropped him
I just stepped in the party party party
I'm with the gang you with the gang
We like Clyde and Bonnie Bonnie
Niggas be acing like bitches
No wonder they all so lonely lonely
Can't fuck with you if you fuck with my opp
Runts got me deadly got smoke in my eyes
Designer my waist walk around with a block
Skirt off in a big body
And dripping designer so her head sloppy
No wonder they hating on gang
We some loot goblins
I ain't with none of that chit chat
Nigga saying he gone do this he gone do that
Just ask me where your bitch at
Moonwalk big dope got me moving like a mummy
Move wock P.T.S.D I bet you we shoot up the party
We don't drink no Bacardi
D'usse got me feeling nauseous I'm sick
From the hood I departed
Now these bitches they all up on my dick
When I step in the party they know who I am
Bands jumping out my pants
Can't fuck with ya niggas don't give me no dap
Only fuck with niggas who my mans
I ain't worried bout you
Why you worried bout me
That some shit that I don't understand
Free my people locked up in the can
We soon take a few flights to the yams
And I'm feeling like fifty
Nine shots in the Glock
Make him dance like he Diddy
Money I got plenty
And my drip is expensive look how I get jiggy
And i stand on two feet
Lil nigga trying to fight who am I Bruce Lee
Got shooters outside
Lil nigga they smoke you like loosies
Bands jumping out my pants
Can't fuck with ya niggas
Don't give me No dap
Only fuck with niggas who my mans
I ain't worried bout you
Why you worried bout me
That some shit that I don't understand
Free my people locked up in the can
We soon take a few flights to japan
And I'm feeling like fifty
Nine shots in the Glock
Make him dance like Diddy
Money I got plenty
And my drip is expensive
Look how I get jiggy
And I stand on two feet
Lil nigga tryna fight
Who am I Bruce Lee
Got shooters outside
Lil nigga they smoke you like loosies
Step in the party they know who I am
My is so gnarly it came from Japan
Most of these niggas ain't really Ya mans
Flexing on niggas as hard as I can
Who gone do what lil nigga please stop it
Knowing I'm trending I'm like the main topic
Step in the room I be hot like the tropics
Give me some space I steeped back then i dropped him
I just stepped in the party party party
I'm with the gang you with the gang
We like Clyde and Bonnie Bonnie
Niggas be acing like bitches
No wonder they all so lonely lonely
Can't fuck with you if you fuck with my opp
Runts got me deadly got smoke in my eyes
Designer my waist walk around with a block
Skirt off in a big body
And dripping designer so her head sloppy
No wonder they hating on gang
We some loot goblins
I ain't with none of that chit chat
Nigga saying he gone do this he gone do that
Just ask me where your bitch at
Moonwalk big dope got me moving like a mummy
Move wock P.T.S.D I bet you we shoot up the party
We don't drink no Bacardi
D'usse got me feeling nauseous I'm sick
From the hood I departed
Now these bitches they all up on my dick
When I step in the party they know who I am
Bands jumping out my pants
Can't fuck with ya niggas don't give me no dap
Only fuck with niggas who my mans
I ain't worried bout you
Why you worried bout me
That some shit that I don't understand
Free my people locked up in the can
We soon take a few flights to the yams
And I'm feeling like fifty
Nine shots in the Glock
Make him dance like he Diddy
Money I got plenty
And my drip is expensive look how I get jiggy
And i stand on two feet
Lil nigga trying to fight who am I Bruce Lee
Got shooters outside
Lil nigga they smoke you like loosies
Credits
Writer(s): Victor Antonio Sandoval
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