(Baby wanna party)
(Taking shots of that)
Baby wanna party
Taking shots of that Bacardi
We just split a perky
Now she feeling on my body
Grew up hella preppy
In the backseat gave me sloppy
Keep yo' eyes up off my neck
Don't start lookin
Don't be watching
Had a dream about some shit
If you ain't living
Then you dying
Sometimes I be feeling psychic
Know the people round me lying
Damn!
Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying
So you can go down with me
Leave a couple mamas crying
I'm the first up in the mix
Like a motherf*cking lineman
Tell em' score like f*ck a diss
All them words
And all that typing
Get you bagged like a bitch
Call me Sketch nigga
I been goin dumb playing with sticks
Only plan is getting rich
I done seen some crossed lines
Nigga I done seen some shit
(Huh)
Turn that bitch into a brick
I be water whipping
I had startted with a 6
Pull up creep behind tint
Hop out clutching on my glick
And blow all them niggas
My mind stuck up in a hit
Know some niggas want me dead
F*ck around and do it first
Go off them niggas
Cant be lacking in this bitch
Pistol packing in this
Tell them niggas I'm the wave
They riding the ripple
(Skrt)
Having dreams of push to start
Remember I was selling carts
Nigga grittin in them trenches
Where a nigga lost his heart
Crash dummy tendencies
But a nigga been smart
All my clothes in trash bags
I was stealing out Walmart
An I ain't made out the bottom
But im focused on the top
Bet we spin a nigga block
And we dont stop until it lock
(click Clack Click clack)
We gone fold em' like a box
(Get back get Back)
Nigga he ain't duck the shots
(New pack New pack)
Left em' laying by the park
(Aye)
Feel the problems on my mind
They be stacking
They be getting bigger
I was dangling in the streets
Hitting licks for dinner
I was tucking all my pros
Nigga grinding through the winter
Think I hit that boy with gravity
My glock it flipped em'
Should call that boy a pack of gars'
How my choppa ripped em'
Should call that boy a pack of gars'
(How my choppa ripped em')
Baby wanna party
Taking shots of that Bacardi
We just split a perky
Now she feeling on my body
Grew up hella preppy
In the backseat gave me sloppy
Keep yo' eyes up off my neck
Don't start lookin
Don't be watching
Had a dream about some shit
If you ain't living
Then you dying
Sometimes I be feeling psychic
Know the people round me lying
Damn!
Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying
So you can go down with me
Leave a couple mamas crying
(I'm the first up in the mix)
(Like a motherf*cking lineman)
(Tell em' score like f*ck a diss)
(All them words)
(And all that typing)
(Get you bagged like a bitch)
(Call me Sketch nigga)
(I been goin dumb playing with sticks)
(Only plan is getting rich)
(I be water whipping)
(Hop out clutching on my glick)
(And blow all them niggas)
(F*ck around and do it first)
(Go off them niggas)
They riding the ripple
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(Baby wanna party)
(Taking shots of that)
Baby wanna party
Taking shots of that Bacardi
We just split a perky
Now she feeling on my body
Grew up hella preppy
In the backseat gave me sloppy
Keep yo' eyes up off my neck
Don't start lookin
Don't be watching
Had a dream about some shit
If you ain't living
Then you dying
Sometimes I be feeling psychic
Know the people round me lying
Damn!
Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying
So you can go down with me
Leave a couple mamas crying
I'm the first up in the mix
Like a motherf*cking lineman
Tell em' score like f*ck a diss
All them words
And all that typing
Get you bagged like a bitch
Call me Sketch nigga
I been goin dumb playing with sticks
Only plan is getting rich
I done seen some crossed lines
Nigga I done seen some shit
(Huh)
Turn that bitch into a brick
I be water whipping
I had startted with a 6
Pull up creep behind tint
Hop out clutching on my glick
And blow all them niggas
My mind stuck up in a hit
Know some niggas want me dead
F*ck around and do it first
Go off them niggas
Cant be lacking in this bitch
Pistol packing in this
Tell them niggas I'm the wave
They riding the ripple
(Skrt)
Having dreams of push to start
Remember I was selling carts
Nigga grittin in them trenches
Where a nigga lost his heart
Crash dummy tendencies
But a nigga been smart
All my clothes in trash bags
I was stealing out Walmart
An I ain't made out the bottom
But im focused on the top
Bet we spin a nigga block
And we dont stop until it lock
(click Clack Click clack)
We gone fold em' like a box
(Get back get Back)
Nigga he ain't duck the shots
(New pack New pack)
Left em' laying by the park
(Aye)
Feel the problems on my mind
They be stacking
They be getting bigger
I was dangling in the streets
Hitting licks for dinner
I was tucking all my pros
Nigga grinding through the winter
Think I hit that boy with gravity
My glock it flipped em'
Should call that boy a pack of gars'
How my choppa ripped em'
Should call that boy a pack of gars'
(How my choppa ripped em')
Baby wanna party
Taking shots of that Bacardi
We just split a perky
Now she feeling on my body
Grew up hella preppy
In the backseat gave me sloppy
Keep yo' eyes up off my neck
Don't start lookin
Don't be watching
Had a dream about some shit
If you ain't living
Then you dying
Sometimes I be feeling psychic
Know the people round me lying
Damn!
Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying
So you can go down with me
Leave a couple mamas crying
(I'm the first up in the mix)
(Like a motherf*cking lineman)
(Tell em' score like f*ck a diss)
(All them words)
(And all that typing)
(Get you bagged like a bitch)
(Call me Sketch nigga)
(I been goin dumb playing with sticks)
(Only plan is getting rich)
(I be water whipping)
(Hop out clutching on my glick)
(And blow all them niggas)
(F*ck around and do it first)
(Go off them niggas)
They riding the ripple
(Taking shots of that)
Baby wanna party
Taking shots of that Bacardi
We just split a perky
Now she feeling on my body
Grew up hella preppy
In the backseat gave me sloppy
Keep yo' eyes up off my neck
Don't start lookin
Don't be watching
Had a dream about some shit
If you ain't living
Then you dying
Sometimes I be feeling psychic
Know the people round me lying
Damn!
Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying
So you can go down with me
Leave a couple mamas crying
I'm the first up in the mix
Like a motherf*cking lineman
Tell em' score like f*ck a diss
All them words
And all that typing
Get you bagged like a bitch
Call me Sketch nigga
I been goin dumb playing with sticks
Only plan is getting rich
I done seen some crossed lines
Nigga I done seen some shit
(Huh)
Turn that bitch into a brick
I be water whipping
I had startted with a 6
Pull up creep behind tint
Hop out clutching on my glick
And blow all them niggas
My mind stuck up in a hit
Know some niggas want me dead
F*ck around and do it first
Go off them niggas
Cant be lacking in this bitch
Pistol packing in this
Tell them niggas I'm the wave
They riding the ripple
(Skrt)
Having dreams of push to start
Remember I was selling carts
Nigga grittin in them trenches
Where a nigga lost his heart
Crash dummy tendencies
But a nigga been smart
All my clothes in trash bags
I was stealing out Walmart
An I ain't made out the bottom
But im focused on the top
Bet we spin a nigga block
And we dont stop until it lock
(click Clack Click clack)
We gone fold em' like a box
(Get back get Back)
Nigga he ain't duck the shots
(New pack New pack)
Left em' laying by the park
(Aye)
Feel the problems on my mind
They be stacking
They be getting bigger
I was dangling in the streets
Hitting licks for dinner
I was tucking all my pros
Nigga grinding through the winter
Think I hit that boy with gravity
My glock it flipped em'
Should call that boy a pack of gars'
How my choppa ripped em'
Should call that boy a pack of gars'
(How my choppa ripped em')
Baby wanna party
Taking shots of that Bacardi
We just split a perky
Now she feeling on my body
Grew up hella preppy
In the backseat gave me sloppy
Keep yo' eyes up off my neck
Don't start lookin
Don't be watching
Had a dream about some shit
If you ain't living
Then you dying
Sometimes I be feeling psychic
Know the people round me lying
Damn!
Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying
So you can go down with me
Leave a couple mamas crying
(I'm the first up in the mix)
(Like a motherf*cking lineman)
(Tell em' score like f*ck a diss)
(All them words)
(And all that typing)
(Get you bagged like a bitch)
(Call me Sketch nigga)
(I been goin dumb playing with sticks)
(Only plan is getting rich)
(I be water whipping)
(Hop out clutching on my glick)
(And blow all them niggas)
(F*ck around and do it first)
(Go off them niggas)
They riding the ripple
Writer: Kenneth Bell
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Too Lost LLC