Party (feat. NMT Vision)

Bring yo gun cuz it's a glock party
My niggas pull up on yo block and made The block party
Might have switched his game up cuz the fame stuck
Cock the gun watch that nigga duck
I'm like giannis how i want bucks
My girl said she want a tummy tuck
Get this money buy a truck
Told em i'm done playing
Take that girl out to eat ian payin
Got 30 clips we just spraying
I'm just saying
Lay that boy in the street
We got that heat
We got that fye
Leave yo brains scattered
Leave yo brain splattered
Yo girl flirted with me i was flattered
High off that melvin pack
Pull up to yo house wit the MAC
She told me i look like a snack

Yeah
Y'all don't want no static
Y'all niggas be talking real crazy
I make you disappear like it was magic
And yo life is finna get tragic
I'll put you in a casket
Fuck yo dead homies they can rest in piss
We shooting ian talkin bout baskets
Niggas know we keep them blickies
We keep them blicks on deck
Niggas be talking real crazy i don't give a fuck we keep them sticks on deck
We keep the sticks on deck dracos we keep the dicks on deck
Nigga talk crazy i pull up on you and i fuck on yo hoes make yo bitch real wet
Niggas know that i be really wit the shits
Melvin Fuck yo dead niggas that's a fact
Niggas talkin crazy gang??? if you talking crazy then that mean yo brain go splat
And you know we really bout it so we gon be really clouted
Think that i'm cappin pull up we'll see who really bout it
That's a fact for real yo bank is hella empty i get stacks for real and that's the deal
Melvin we smoking on yo granny
Yea yo girl prolly a tranny
I'm in my bag i'm talking fanny
You a lil BITCH you need a nanny



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Writer(s): Michael Chaney
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