Party Boyz

Yeah, yeah, this is what?
Yeah, go straight down
Hang on
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, I feel all the guys

I get the low, wank, wank, no shit
We itching to get in the V
Why he wanna act that tough in his act?
I buck, he still hangin' with him, he green
Fright nigga crackin' my mug, he gettin' put up
But your fuck nigga would try me
My lil' brother steppin' in blood
He says for misery, he out in the field with his cleats
We gettin' hot, fuck nigga must've forgot

I'd come through, but I'm gonna drape
I don't need trigger no hug, but if you
Get that dropout, Mike just makes no shake
Lil' bleak tryna smoke, my young nigga got
No chili, he see something ready to spank

I talked to lil' bitch, she catch me tonight
That bitch got the tribute, so I had to
Ayy, know I'm going out that quay in the booth
I can't stand straight, they drank out my
Eyes a little low, I know a few dumb ass
Nigga try to fall on the ground, like we ain't
Gonna shoot at the floor, since K still ever
Come from them three, that nigga, they die

Like three in a row, hell yeah, I hit that
Hoe, my best, she ain't tell you, I guess
It was for you to know, Vivo, that dumb ass
Bitch, wasn't saving no hoes, I ready to
Go here for a bow, crazy K got so used to spinning
His favorite, I feel all black with a big echo

I catch my stretch, I'm hop out with
This chop, nigga, script me free blow
Bitch, that nigga don't want no smoke, for
Real, but keep telling me hoes just smoke
Let me tell you how niggas get got, put down
The street, hop out with nothing but chop

We spend that shit like a clock, that
Shit so dry, we look it, we see it out
I can name five, nigga, got shot, trying to play
With this shit, nigga, model where I drop one down
Hey, yeah, this y'all ho in my ride, but call
Her phone, nigga, she with the gang, she fine

With the low, wank, wank, no shit, I'm itching to get in the V
He wanna act that tough in his act
I buck, he still hangin' with him, he green
Fright nigga crackin' my mug, he gettin' put up
But your fuck nigga would try me
My little brother step in the blood
He say it's for misery
He out in the field with his cleats
We getting hot
Fuck nigga must have forgot

I'd come through, but I'm gonna drape
I don't need trigger no hug, but if you
Get that dropout, Mike just makes no shake
Lil' bleak tryna smoke, my young nigga got
No chili, he see something ready to spank

Talk to a bitch
She can't spend the night
That bitch got a trippy
So I had the A
That bitch got a trippy
So I had the A

She gone
And me on the back
She gone
I ain't even gonna play
Brr, brr, she gone
She gone
Tricky
That's my thing
Yeah