Lyrics to Party Over
Yo, I don't be around niggas 'cause they tricky
In the 'jects, dirtbike and pop a wheelie, throwin' up my set
Roam with killers send 'em at your neck
Dome shots are goin', wear your fuckin' vest
Where he spotted, where he gettin' left
Bendin' corners, we just hit the left
The rest of life, I live without regrets
Know with cause is gon' come effects
These niggas bitches like a pair of breasts
I kill or die about my respect
Intentions foul, how we play with TECs
We got now, don't give a fuck who next, huh, nigga
Somebody tell Alchemist let's do a fuckin' tape
This for niggas wildin' out in front of section 8
Do it for niggas or the plug, but they ain't pickin' up
Them niggas that are gon' bust their gun'll get the bigger bucks
I stopped hangin' 'round with suckas 2014
That smack that I was gettin' from the Bronx brought more fiends
I fuck around get the stamp tatted
Think of brand new i8, I'ma matte black it
Uh, I'm back at it, 19, I made a rap classic
Shoutout Thelo, that's my brother, nigga, no cappage
I talked to Triz the other day, he on the way out
It come August, yeah, them crackers lettin' K out
I can't wait til' the gang back
Swear these pussy niggas gon' have to change where they bang at
Word to mami
This R8 tiptronic tryna work it properly
I hit her raw 'cause she was foreign, it was worth the body
You called my phone for enough, I still might serve you probably
I don't bring- out the crib 'cause he might hurt somebody
When I was locked up, vowed the day that I come out
That I was gonna run this shit up til' it run out
We trap from nightfall 'til the sun out
Party ended 'cause somebody pulled the gun out
In the 'jects, dirtbike and pop a wheelie, throwin' up my set
Roam with killers send 'em at your neck
Dome shots are goin', wear your fuckin' vest
Where he spotted, where he gettin' left
Bendin' corners, we just hit the left
The rest of life, I live without regrets
Know with cause is gon' come effects
These niggas bitches like a pair of breasts
I kill or die about my respect
Intentions foul, how we play with TECs
We got now, don't give a fuck who next, huh, nigga
Somebody tell Alchemist let's do a fuckin' tape
This for niggas wildin' out in front of section 8
Do it for niggas or the plug, but they ain't pickin' up
Them niggas that are gon' bust their gun'll get the bigger bucks
I stopped hangin' 'round with suckas 2014
That smack that I was gettin' from the Bronx brought more fiends
I fuck around get the stamp tatted
Think of brand new i8, I'ma matte black it
Uh, I'm back at it, 19, I made a rap classic
Shoutout Thelo, that's my brother, nigga, no cappage
I talked to Triz the other day, he on the way out
It come August, yeah, them crackers lettin' K out
I can't wait til' the gang back
Swear these pussy niggas gon' have to change where they bang at
Word to mami
This R8 tiptronic tryna work it properly
I hit her raw 'cause she was foreign, it was worth the body
You called my phone for enough, I still might serve you probably
I don't bring- out the crib 'cause he might hurt somebody
When I was locked up, vowed the day that I come out
That I was gonna run this shit up til' it run out
We trap from nightfall 'til the sun out
Party ended 'cause somebody pulled the gun out
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