AFTERPARTY ft. J555 Lyrics

Ok

Like bitch this the afterparty

We all dyin' lit like we Playboi Carti

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Damn this room gotta lot of bad bitches

All my dawgs gone watch my six and they love to spin I ain't talkin' bout fidgets

Runtz rolled up lets get it lets get it

Pints po'd up I ain't got no feelings

Pull that bitch like a nigga goin' fishin'

I be paid money too efficient

Like bitch this the after party, And we all dyin' lit like we playboi carti

Make sure I got my stick in case it get sparky

Gotta flood on my wrist, I'ma have her drowning

And this year is my year ain't no way around it

Oh you think that I'm cap sit back and watch

Clique already made is you in or out

Better stay where you at I can't wife a thot

Matter fact girl come over I need some top

Do her ass like a pimp, damn I need a cane

Y'all can keep all the diamonds I need a plane

Damn I just spilled my cup now I gotta stain

I was raised in the dark you could call me Bane

If you ain't gettin' pape you livin' wrong

This a solo act bitch ain't a sing a long

She just walked in my room with only a thong (Hey)

I just got me some brand new drip, with a brand new bitch we lit ok

I can't trip no I can't slip, gotta fire in my lap while I'm laughin' to the bank

You don't know me and I don't no you but let's get together girl what's yo name?

I need my bitch anti-social can't have no bitch that's chasin' fame

Woah, woah

All of these bodies all over the floor, the floor

Are you love girl just let me know, let me know

Afterparty countin' dough and smokin' dope

(Umm, let's go)

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Damn this room gotta lot of bad bitches

All my dawgs gone watch my six and they love to spin I ain't talkin' bout fidgets

Runtz rolled up lets get it lets get it

Pints po'd up I ain't got no feelin's

Pull that bitch like a nigga goin' fishin'

I be paid money too efficient

Like bitch this the after party, And we all dyin' lit like we playboi carti

Make sure I got my stick in case it get sparky

Gotta flood on my wrist, I'ma have her drowning

And this year is my year ain't no way around it

Oh you think that I'm cap sit back and watch

Clique already made is you in or out

Better stay where you at I can't wife a thot

Let's get it, lets go

Just got a new Vet and I suicide the door

Any op say they bout it we up onna' score

Like roll down that window send shots to his door

We bout it, fasho

Anytime we could meet know I'm droppin' the lo'

Anytime we could meet know I'm taggin' his toe

Anytime we could meet know I'm half of the bros

I shoot my shot and its nothin' but net

You know that my diamonds be full of baguettes

I just bought a patek

It cost a whole half a mil for these diamonds to shine on my neck

We just rocked out the show its the afterparty

We gone turn up at this afterparty

Got yo bitch suckin' dick at this afterparty

And you know I'm gone slay her like Mr. Carti

Shit (Shit)

Fuck (Fuck)

If it's up there just know that it's stuck

Just bought a new glizzy I'm keepin' it tucked

If I make a call then his ass outta luck

Oh My, damn

Who that is that just pulled inna' lamb

My diamonds they shinin', they flash with no cam

On the block with the heat startin' to feel like I'm Bam, damn

One, Two, Three, Four, Five, Six, Seven, Eight

Damn this room gotta lot of bad bitches

All my dawgs gone watch my six and they love to spin I ain't talkin' bout fidgets

Runtz rolled up let's get it lets get it

Pints po'd up I ain't got no feelin's

Pull that bitch like a nigga goin' fishin'

I be paid money too efficient

Like bitch this the after party, And we all dyin' lit like we playboi carti

Make sure I got my stick in case it get sparky

Gotta flood on my wrist, I'ma have her drowning

And this year is my year ain't no way around it

Oh you think that I'm cap sit back and watch

Clique already made is you in or out

Better stay where you at I can't wife a thot