Tippsy - PARTY Lyrics

(This song is a war crime)
I've been geeked up out my body
This white ho, she tryna party
Then pulled out some Hennessy
Then told me not to tell nobody
I've been geeked up on them roxies'
This lil' ho so naughty, naughty
I f*ck around, caught a body
I feel so geek, I feel sloppy
Call that ho for sloppy toppy
Yeah this big back, she lookin' boxy
Yeah, I feel stuck, I feel epoxy
She feelin' lonely
Told her call me, finna blow up kamikaze
This shit is a denim party
My slippers are fuzzy Marni
Real sippas, my cup like Barney
These trippers are goin' tardy
I'm so geeked up in a Hardees
Gas pack so loud, it smell like he farted
Trackhawk I'm so geek, I can't even park it
I'm so geeked off ecstasy
That I don't even think I dream
Why this lil' bitch texting me
I think she need to call my team
I got his lil' ho next to me
And this bitch finna drink my seed
I got the hardest fit around
And I post that shit on IG
I pop my molly, get lock jaw
Now bitch I'm grittin' on my teeth
Told her, let's go make a movie
In 4K, this bitch said cheese
They passin' round, pints of Activis
So I told em', pour it, please
Can't believe a year ago
My lil' ass was sippin' on green
She get geeked off K
In her pants, she peed
I told her, I'ma play
She pulled out double D's
I've been geeked up out my body
This white ho, she tryna party
Then pulled out some Hennessy
Then told me not to tell nobody
I've been geeked up on them roxies'
This lil' ho so naughty, naughty
I f*ck around, caught a body
I feel so geek, I feel sloppy
Call that ho for sloppy toppy
Yeah this big back, she lookin' boxy
Yeah, I feel stuck, I feel epoxy
She feelin' lonely
Told her call me, finna blow up kamikaze
This shit is a denim party
My slippers are fuzzy Marni
Real sippas, my cup like Barney