Life of the Party
Listen I'm about to get real disrespectful
Can't no-one compete with me
Nigga cuz I said so
Real strange I brought a 9 and a Tech hoe
Gave that nigga wings now he thirsty for a Red bull
Lookin like a stain hit a lick like an envelope
Got my engine revved up it sound just like techno
Walking thru the trenches in a trench coat I don't play
You know that the vision won I ant talking UCLA
But now that you see me you was Stevie way back in the day
Made another grand but its just another Saturday
How he said he wanted smoke I pull up he evaporate
Hip deep in that stripper I told her just let it saturate
Tell my ops pick a side not mine its suicide
Might be a home if I can get an alibi
They call me Melly that's the wrong name its an alias
I'm really the goat gimme space like an alien
Wish I could compete with niggas but there's no comparison
I'm an evil genius these niggas Dave the barbarian
Stick in my arm like I walk around with heroin
And I don't save no damsel in distress fuck a heroine
Goddamn I'm the life of the Party
Nah we ain't dying down we just getting started
We getting Stupid
We turned up
Young Lit and I don't give a fuck
Pump fake the pump to my ops bullets go long
They know that the wave Melly Mike is a proton
Do this everyday I run shit like full time
Amazon in '06 I ain't even hit my prime
Everything that nigga do you know that I taught to him
I don't even want his bitch put her up for auction then
Last nigga said he put me on bitch I offed him
Beat a nigga ass now he slumped Nate Robinson
And I'm not a role model bitch I don't play a role
I'm more like a director I'll tell you where the action go
Let up off a couple shots hit him in his clavicle
Send them shits with accuracy I look just like Patrick Mahomes
And I got this new thang shorty she a freak yeah
She said go down on me I said call Uber eats yeah
Bitch I'm in the house and you run-in up the lease yeah
You ain't got shit on lock I got keys Alicia
First mistake you make that was thinking that I need ya
Second mistake you made I won't let you cuz I I'll leave ya
Hot boy shit I'm run-in shit up like a fever
And my ex dead to me I feel just like Geneva
Goddamn I'm the life of the Party
Nah we ain't dying down we just getting started
We getting Stupid
We turned up
Young Lit and I don't give a fuck
Can't no-one compete with me
Nigga cuz I said so
Real strange I brought a 9 and a Tech hoe
Gave that nigga wings now he thirsty for a Red bull
Lookin like a stain hit a lick like an envelope
Got my engine revved up it sound just like techno
Walking thru the trenches in a trench coat I don't play
You know that the vision won I ant talking UCLA
But now that you see me you was Stevie way back in the day
Made another grand but its just another Saturday
How he said he wanted smoke I pull up he evaporate
Hip deep in that stripper I told her just let it saturate
Tell my ops pick a side not mine its suicide
Might be a home if I can get an alibi
They call me Melly that's the wrong name its an alias
I'm really the goat gimme space like an alien
Wish I could compete with niggas but there's no comparison
I'm an evil genius these niggas Dave the barbarian
Stick in my arm like I walk around with heroin
And I don't save no damsel in distress fuck a heroine
Goddamn I'm the life of the Party
Nah we ain't dying down we just getting started
We getting Stupid
We turned up
Young Lit and I don't give a fuck
Pump fake the pump to my ops bullets go long
They know that the wave Melly Mike is a proton
Do this everyday I run shit like full time
Amazon in '06 I ain't even hit my prime
Everything that nigga do you know that I taught to him
I don't even want his bitch put her up for auction then
Last nigga said he put me on bitch I offed him
Beat a nigga ass now he slumped Nate Robinson
And I'm not a role model bitch I don't play a role
I'm more like a director I'll tell you where the action go
Let up off a couple shots hit him in his clavicle
Send them shits with accuracy I look just like Patrick Mahomes
And I got this new thang shorty she a freak yeah
She said go down on me I said call Uber eats yeah
Bitch I'm in the house and you run-in up the lease yeah
You ain't got shit on lock I got keys Alicia
First mistake you make that was thinking that I need ya
Second mistake you made I won't let you cuz I I'll leave ya
Hot boy shit I'm run-in shit up like a fever
And my ex dead to me I feel just like Geneva
Goddamn I'm the life of the Party
Nah we ain't dying down we just getting started
We getting Stupid
We turned up
Young Lit and I don't give a fuck
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Writer(s): Michael Jimmie Jr Hunter
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