Lyrics
Party time baby we running up the stocks
Don't fuck with my homie damn he really got a Glock
Starting with Retox then we hit the Lux
Dressing in the fits but never no tux
Poppin all the poppers then throw all the streamers
Slicing up the cakes and bake the heat first
Blasting up the noise breaking down the walls
We party all night till the fucking cops are called
The wanna fuck with us and put us in the pen
Ugly little bitch just looking like a tramp
Lighting up the party with all the small lamps
Hitting hookah all night till we drop dead (aye)
Raspberry, blueberry, cherry and lime
Flavored blunts we roll'em up
We taking bumps
Bitches down to fuck
I'll fuck her from the back
I put 10 toes on the map
The higher elites
Couldn't really really fuck wit that
They want my soul
They couldn't have it tho
I rep the tone
SICKO the KLOWN hoe
With so much dope
So much hoes
We up with 10 toes
I don't trust these hoes
They fucking scandalous tho
Party time baby we running up the stocks
Don't fuck with my homie damn he really got a Glock
Starting with Retox then we hit the Lux
Dressing in the fits but never no tux
Poppin all the poppers then throw all the streamers
Slicing up the cakes and bake the heat first
It's party time
So bring the dope
And bring the weed
And the hoes
We stay up all night
and stay up for these days
I don't remember shit
It's all just a fucking haze
These hoes be mad cause I don't hit on them
I'll just let them suck my dick
If they wanna eat it all
You just a lil puta
No fucking accountability bitch!
WRITERS
Ashton Gutierrez, Paul Hinojosa
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Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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