BlastedParties
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
I got infinite bullets
I grip on the trigger
And I'm packing the heat
Turn ya body to liquor
And I'm Jack the Ripper
Jack black the killer
You be jacking pockets
I'd pac a robber
You gon fall like autumn
You gon see the bottom
Of the barrel got em
When the deagle spot em like hide and Seek better hide a beat
Cause I leave it tagged every time I Speak
You can't pop this, this is pop shit
Turn a popped nigga to a pop quiz
Cause you question reasons
Why the nigga died
The answer is, because the nigga lied
You cap then I'mma cap
You put inside
The grill cause
I'm heating a bitch nigga alive
Kill every nigga like real quick
You will quit
Eating every bullet that will hit
My meal shit
Tryna get a milli to feel rich
I build quick
Tryna pop niggas to kill shit
My pill shit
I pillage every nigga the steel hit
That's real shit
Fuckin on yo mom she miss you
I still hit
I'm packing that heat
I leave a nigga to reek
No gun please nigga peace
Leave a nigga deceased
I pack heat all the smoke
For any nigga who breathe
I leave a nigga toetagged
With the blood on the street
And these niggas be acting
Like bitches no lie
Niggas wanna die
Nigga won't survive
Fuck a revive, shoot em in his spine
See the cops arrive, one more shot
Sound of a 5. soul in the sky
Hope that I die, but know I can't
Never been Durant
Switchings what I can't
Hit em with the can,
Gun jam *click*
Put em in the sand
Leave em with a tan
Lookin like damn
You are not a man, strap is like a fan
Spin n air the can
Goddamn got god in my hand
Planned out
Just prayed that I stand out
Stand back, fuck a damn hand out
Hands in pop smoke can out
Let it rain
Blood on my hands now
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Party blasted
We came to the party blasted
Thoties slashing, probably smashed
Lil twisted body bad
MAC in mattress, chronic stashed
Won't it last? This aftermath
Mask in dash, pass the gas
Something special in that bag, bitch!
You can never duck too soon
Y'all gotta get out this room
We cannot adjust these rules
If they bust at the function
Then trust he touch his tool
You know if it's us
Dawg must be a fool
Niggas way too cool
Rollin' way too deep
And you just think shit sweet
Til you in shit creek
Bro peep, I'm a asshole
We way too rude
Damn, shorty blast ya
Von keep ya' blick tucked
That last clip barely missed us
Guess what?
A bullet go into me?
Enemies brother and bitch touched
Enter this thought
By the end of this most of y'all can't
Gettin' depression or clematis
Especially treating your friends akin
Inflicting death upon souls
Get you left with it
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
I got infinite bullets
I grip on the trigger
And I'm packing the heat
Turn ya body to liquor
And I'm Jack the Ripper
Jack black the killer
You be jacking pockets
I'd pac a robber
You gon fall like autumn
You gon see the bottom
Of the barrel got em
When the deagle spot em like hide and Seek better hide a beat
Cause I leave it tagged every time I Speak
You can't pop this, this is pop shit
Turn a popped nigga to a pop quiz
Cause you question reasons
Why the nigga died
The answer is, because the nigga lied
You cap then I'mma cap
You put inside
The grill cause
I'm heating a bitch nigga alive
Kill every nigga like real quick
You will quit
Eating every bullet that will hit
My meal shit
Tryna get a milli to feel rich
I build quick
Tryna pop niggas to kill shit
My pill shit
I pillage every nigga the steel hit
That's real shit
Fuckin on yo mom she miss you
I still hit
I'm packing that heat
I leave a nigga to reek
No gun please nigga peace
Leave a nigga deceased
I pack heat all the smoke
For any nigga who breathe
I leave a nigga toetagged
With the blood on the street
And these niggas be acting
Like bitches no lie
Niggas wanna die
Nigga won't survive
Fuck a revive, shoot em in his spine
See the cops arrive, one more shot
Sound of a 5. soul in the sky
Hope that I die, but know I can't
Never been Durant
Switchings what I can't
Hit em with the can,
Gun jam *click*
Put em in the sand
Leave em with a tan
Lookin like damn
You are not a man, strap is like a fan
Spin n air the can
Goddamn got god in my hand
Planned out
Just prayed that I stand out
Stand back, fuck a damn hand out
Hands in pop smoke can out
Let it rain
Blood on my hands now
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Party blasted
We came to the party blasted
Thoties slashing, probably smashed
Lil twisted body bad
MAC in mattress, chronic stashed
Won't it last? This aftermath
Mask in dash, pass the gas
Something special in that bag, bitch!
You can never duck too soon
Y'all gotta get out this room
We cannot adjust these rules
If they bust at the function
Then trust he touch his tool
You know if it's us
Dawg must be a fool
Niggas way too cool
Rollin' way too deep
And you just think shit sweet
Til you in shit creek
Bro peep, I'm a asshole
We way too rude
Damn, shorty blast ya
Von keep ya' blick tucked
That last clip barely missed us
Guess what?
A bullet go into me?
Enemies brother and bitch touched
Enter this thought
By the end of this most of y'all can't
Gettin' depression or clematis
Especially treating your friends akin
Inflicting death upon souls
Get you left with it
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
Shottie blast yo party
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Writer(s): Bryan Brown
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