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 f*ck 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 f*ck 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