Party

Shoot up the party Drop ya ass like Matt Hardy Smoke like im marley Finna die lit like carti Just like a trolley Finna start rolling up that bomb weed Like where's my car key? Cuz the block hotter then the war be Bitch where my door key? Boutta smack a hoe if she ignore me Bitch i need more weed Please, just stop tryna bore me Said shes feelin horny I could care less that you adore me Do somethin for me Go to the shop, grab a fourty Go get some friends Then come back to me in the ends I could call up the boys, they pull up in the royce but girl, that all depends If all your friends, just tryna blend I dont got a reason, to fuck with them We in the club, like 50 cent Man this bitch crowded, many men Just come back to me in the Could call up the boys Pull up in the royce That all depends If alla your friends Just tryna blend Dont got a reason To fuck with them We in da club Like 50 cent This bitch crowded Shoot up the party Drop ya ass like Matt Hardy Smoke like im marley Finna die lit like carti Just like a trolley Finna start rolling up that bomb weed Like where's my car key? Cuz the block hotter then the war be Bitch where my door key? Boutta smack a hoe if she ignore me Bitch i need more weed Please, just stop tryna bore me Said shes feelin horny I could care less that you adore me Do somethin for me Go to the shop, grab a fourty