Party Crashers

You ever try to find love at a party?
Do not get me started
About that freshman year drama
Find out the hard way
Left heart broke in the drive way
While she upstairs getting fucked up to Kanye - She's getting fucked
I may go home to think
Then roll me some dank
I don't care what she thinks
I may have me a drank

Well, I went through her phone and found six train tickets
Damn that's six niggas hitting damn
I may go rant off to SAM
Hop Out Boy and maybe Grant
Never getting heart broke again
These hoes will fuck with your friend
Then say that it is what it is
But it ain't
They say move on and dance
But you can't
Lets me hit the bottle
I'm finna go upstairs and rattle this snake
Po Po finna shut down the place
I don't got much time
I'm not finna go out of my way
I may go back inside just to smoke
I guess I'm the sixth Man
Had six bitches ask me what the deal is
Then two high ass niggas walked on some bullshit
Nobody know I've been through it
Ask me how I'm doing
Nah, Nah, Na

Party Crashers - We just popped up at the spot
It's One O Clock
And the block is hella hot - don't get me wrong
In this bitch - it's all dough
Really, We getting on - so play my song
Geeking off the Remy - But I ain't tripping
Yeah it's on
Bitches shaking ass like let me see that thong
Her legs is hella strong - she on that pole
She getting low
Yercy got me feeling like a beast
Probably somewhere on the north
Hella deep - but hella freaks and hoes on scene
Me and My team - posted in the back of this motherfucker
Smoking on some purple tree
A nigga nodded off baby
And now a nigga can't see
Yeah
The weed got me kickstand
Louie V up on the sneaks
Watch me do my drip dance
B2 and Bacardi - make her waterpark and whiplash
I fit as I ride it in this song - see this that shit man

Stay on my grind
If I fall off - Ain't nobody's fault but mine
So I just got to take one step at a time
Can't fall behind
Because if I do - that's what you call a failure
At least I told you - so you can't I didn't tell you
Me and B2 - riding old schools
In the nineteen eighties Riviera
Got to hit the streets - before I dip I check my mirrors
Then we disappear - from the location that we're at
Then hit the liquor store - Got sticky dough
So grab some zig zags

I got out the party
With the two high ass niggas and a couple of shawtys
Pull up on Marty's
Let me get a pack of zig zags
And a bottle of Sharry - Sherry
My fault I'm already drowning already
And cops look all scary - and I pull up on harry
I got some head - But I didn't fuck
The bitch was kind of hairy
Till I saw the nigga from the party
Who had fucked my bitch
Ayo, Hop out boy. You hopping out?
Or am I grabbing the stick?
We can drive off afterward
Cause Remember - It is what it is
I pointed the gun at his head
Make sure my blunt is lit
His birth time was two o five
Now his time of death nigga was two o six
Bang, Bang, Bang

And that's not admissible in court, If you were wondering
It's wacky