"Its A Party" lyrics
I'm fresh as hell, [?]
I just woke up and counted cash, bae
Fast-ass that car, now everybody wanna race
I'm high on Mars, you can see it in my fuckin' face
I'm way too hard, please don't put me in no trash debates, bitch
I just hit her from the back, you took her ass on dates, uh
It's not ramadan and I'm eatin', I can't pass the plate, yeah
I shoot a hundred for a hundred, why would I pass the cake, nigga?
Oh, you flexed up? Yeah, watch how fast it take
No, you cannot catch up, your car got a trash intake
Porsche 911, whip that bitch like it's stolen
All these other niggas mad 'cause Lil' O still chosen
Hold on, you better not clear, nigga, niggas start blowin'
And the bitch get on my nerves, tell her, "Shut up and start blowin"
She went in my Pradas, YSL jeans, they Rick Owen?"
I count bands and spread bread, yeah, I'm already knowin'
Walk up with two flinches, yeah, I'm clutchin', Max Payne
I fuck with my shooter 'cause he puttin' mad pain, hold on
Shoutout to my jeweler 'cause he made me mad chains, hold up
You can sell out shows, they screamin' your name, hold up
We sell out shows, we fuck hoes, hold up
We count up rolls and we tag toes
I just made a lil' bitch, but under undisclosed, yeah
And I'm with this lil' bitch, she playin' with her nose, yeah
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, oh yeah
Off the X, don't stop me, don't start it (Oh, yeah)
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Tell the hoes," Call me Lil O, bitch, don't call me Amari"
You eatin' nachos, we eatin' calamari
They some thot hoes, they some thot hoes, tell 'em they late to the party
But fuck it, that's okay, we got a cane to get gnarly
But fuck it, that's okay, we got a cane to get gnarly
Ran out of racks so you rat cappin' in it
Pulled out the strap, I ain't called back, I just end it
I ain't think about the plane when I up the ante
Your giver my gang, who you think I'm takin'? Huh
What a shame, niggas lame, man, they over fakin', uh
Spent over fifty for my neck and told your bitch to taste it
Tell twin go roll QP up and then we runnin', face it
Don't brag about your life, we been did that, that shit so basic
I just woke up and counted cash, bae
Fast-ass that car, now everybody wanna race
I'm high on Mars, you can see it in my fuckin' face
I'm way too hard, please don't put me in no trash debates, bitch
I just hit her from the back, you took her ass on dates, uh
It's not ramadan and I'm eatin', I can't pass the plate, yeah
I shoot a hundred for a hundred, why would I pass the cake, nigga?
Oh, you flexed up? Yeah, watch how fast it take
No, you cannot catch up, your car got a trash intake
Porsche 911, whip that bitch like it's stolen
All these other niggas mad 'cause Lil' O still chosen
Hold on, you better not clear, nigga, niggas start blowin'
And the bitch get on my nerves, tell her, "Shut up and start blowin"
She went in my Pradas, YSL jeans, they Rick Owen?"
I count bands and spread bread, yeah, I'm already knowin'
Walk up with two flinches, yeah, I'm clutchin', Max Payne
I fuck with my shooter 'cause he puttin' mad pain, hold on
Shoutout to my jeweler 'cause he made me mad chains, hold up
You can sell out shows, they screamin' your name, hold up
We sell out shows, we fuck hoes, hold up
We count up rolls and we tag toes
I just made a lil' bitch, but under undisclosed, yeah
And I'm with this lil' bitch, she playin' with her nose, yeah
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party, oh yeah
Off the X, don't stop me, don't start it (Oh, yeah)
It's a party, it's a party, it's a party
Tell the hoes," Call me Lil O, bitch, don't call me Amari"
You eatin' nachos, we eatin' calamari
They some thot hoes, they some thot hoes, tell 'em they late to the party
But fuck it, that's okay, we got a cane to get gnarly
But fuck it, that's okay, we got a cane to get gnarly
Ran out of racks so you rat cappin' in it
Pulled out the strap, I ain't called back, I just end it
I ain't think about the plane when I up the ante
Your giver my gang, who you think I'm takin'? Huh
What a shame, niggas lame, man, they over fakin', uh
Spent over fifty for my neck and told your bitch to taste it
Tell twin go roll QP up and then we runnin', face it
Don't brag about your life, we been did that, that shit so basic
Writer(s): Warren Mach Hunter, Rok Curkovic, Johnny Cheng Xian Peng, Amari Middleton, Keifa Carter
