"Naked Party" lyrics
It's a Wayne beat
Ghetto boy shit, nigga, money's not everything
Gaffle boy shit, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
That shit on the phone
Fuck the fire, we got grease
I'm with ten hoes, finna have a naked party
If the nigga actin' tough, he got a weapon, probably
Lil' bro called my phone, he just nailed somebody
Every day I wake up tryna help somebody
Like, who the fuck gon' help me?
Thousand bowls of gumbo, can you smell me?
Oh, you got a new strap? Let Trell see
You got some loose ass, you tryna sell three
I don't live in Flint no more, but if you wanna sell dope, you gotta tell me
Yeah, got a week 'fore I get off house arrest
But I feel free, I feel it in the air
Run up in his house, kill him in a chair
If your nigga runnin' through the door, fool, hit him with a square
Off a G6 in Miami, bitches everywhere
It's a different vibe
They shot him in his head, how he still alive?
I don't sell food, but I can get a chicken fried
Pulled up on my new bitch and got my pickle dried
I know that nigga dead, he got killed alive, he got buried alive
A nigga touch Rio, then everyone dies, that's how it gotta go
Chocolate chip cookie, got a lot of dough
Burn his head with the AK and make pot roast
That is not no real Act', that nigga got close
Tell bro to chase the car down, that nigga got close
Paralyze his ass, think, "Can I post?"
I got the Lamb' truck, I'm finna cop Ghost
We had five hundred shots when we went and got ghost
And we had a switch on us, but he did not know
I told lil' Tay we can't show him that
'Cause if he ask, we gon' have to throw him that
I asked him what he want for his birthday, he want a hat
And he want a SK with a shoulder strap, with a knife on it
I know my chain nice, but you'll trade your whole life for it
AR just called me with a sealed pint of Dinosaur
I'm sorry, drinking on a red pint, you can't find a four
Every time I hit Patton Moon, I spend a diamond worth
I had a quarter million dollar jewelry on, won a diamond war
I don't know about your life, but mine important
I had some Wockhardt, who could find some more?
These niggas don't care, they hit his ass five times that early
Right now I'm in New York, but I'm not with Gurley
I got some pork chops in the pint when I got with Shirley
That's my Auntie
Blackout, off the drink, bitch, I can't see
He drinking fake drinks, so he fake sleep
They always win at shootouts, they slide eight deep
Shit, I'd rather go and slide by myself, nobody can't speak
I'm sticking to the crooked jumps, fuck the fake teeth
You sneak diss at me on Facebook, bro, that ain't beef
Fuck it, I, um, I ain't from the book, but I jump in Y&J beef
Matter of fact, I'm finna jump in Tay beef
Ghetto boy shit, nigga, money's not everything
Gaffle boy shit, nigga, you know what I'm sayin'?
That shit on the phone
Fuck the fire, we got grease
I'm with ten hoes, finna have a naked party
If the nigga actin' tough, he got a weapon, probably
Lil' bro called my phone, he just nailed somebody
Every day I wake up tryna help somebody
Like, who the fuck gon' help me?
Thousand bowls of gumbo, can you smell me?
Oh, you got a new strap? Let Trell see
You got some loose ass, you tryna sell three
I don't live in Flint no more, but if you wanna sell dope, you gotta tell me
Yeah, got a week 'fore I get off house arrest
But I feel free, I feel it in the air
Run up in his house, kill him in a chair
If your nigga runnin' through the door, fool, hit him with a square
Off a G6 in Miami, bitches everywhere
It's a different vibe
They shot him in his head, how he still alive?
I don't sell food, but I can get a chicken fried
Pulled up on my new bitch and got my pickle dried
I know that nigga dead, he got killed alive, he got buried alive
A nigga touch Rio, then everyone dies, that's how it gotta go
Chocolate chip cookie, got a lot of dough
Burn his head with the AK and make pot roast
That is not no real Act', that nigga got close
Tell bro to chase the car down, that nigga got close
Paralyze his ass, think, "Can I post?"
I got the Lamb' truck, I'm finna cop Ghost
We had five hundred shots when we went and got ghost
And we had a switch on us, but he did not know
I told lil' Tay we can't show him that
'Cause if he ask, we gon' have to throw him that
I asked him what he want for his birthday, he want a hat
And he want a SK with a shoulder strap, with a knife on it
I know my chain nice, but you'll trade your whole life for it
AR just called me with a sealed pint of Dinosaur
I'm sorry, drinking on a red pint, you can't find a four
Every time I hit Patton Moon, I spend a diamond worth
I had a quarter million dollar jewelry on, won a diamond war
I don't know about your life, but mine important
I had some Wockhardt, who could find some more?
These niggas don't care, they hit his ass five times that early
Right now I'm in New York, but I'm not with Gurley
I got some pork chops in the pint when I got with Shirley
That's my Auntie
Blackout, off the drink, bitch, I can't see
He drinking fake drinks, so he fake sleep
They always win at shootouts, they slide eight deep
Shit, I'd rather go and slide by myself, nobody can't speak
I'm sticking to the crooked jumps, fuck the fake teeth
You sneak diss at me on Facebook, bro, that ain't beef
Fuck it, I, um, I ain't from the book, but I jump in Y&J beef
Matter of fact, I'm finna jump in Tay beef
