Celebration Music Lyrics

Hand me the crown

Because im bringing the rock home

Its nothing do it big

Thats resembling pablo

On the edge like i walk wit my heat tucked

Trying to flip them real bucks

You not gonna reach us

Might retire and come back

Hard like scotty pippen

On the strip yall dead weight

Pies you get to lifting em

Now beating me is like trying to run through a brick wall

Sucker get to barking

You could call it a sick dog

Sit back watch the whole crew tap dance on you

First aid kit

Going to need the package to bandage you

Go to guy

And talk big business prick listen

We giving spots like its weight lifting man

A chick couldnt get a dollar up outta me

Just some good d

With her riding on top of me

And when theres beef

Aint gotta say as much

Just keep spraying untill his brains get touched

Turn his brains to muk

Looking all gooey and shit

Just by the looks

You had a brick its like ya boofing the shit man

Hands on thats in any arena

Pretty fast better throw on some sneakers

Get that money nigga

While you boys still money hungry

Ride wit a full clip

Point that thing like a pool stick

For a lick chick sticking you up

Could care less act up

Chick grabbing your nuts listen

Couldnt fuck with me if you was rapping for ten years

Leaving their brains on the road like dead deer

Signing me thats a sick deal

Spitting creels

Flooding blocks so imagine how a brick feel

My foot in they ass this celebration music

Cause we winning fuck em all

All im saying to em

Chick on me got a man

Bet they hell of hating

Ladies staring im the man

This a celebration

Real deal only want them big bills

Them big bills

Type of cash make some men kill

It aint the team pressure apply it on em

Riding on em

Otherwise leave tires on em

Its young w o r l d

Want my bread stash hefty

Its like i smell keys

Load up the pump aim empty it out

Same spot that stretcher

Where they carry you out yeah

Getting money man quick and fast

Funna do like mommy do whoop some ass

World one cold son of a bitch

Kill you and attend your funeral

Like i was part of the shit

Same time spitting game to your girl

Got a way with words

Pull it off that ass baby soft

The hottest thing on the block

Boy real sharp like he fresh up out the barbershop

Whole other level

Words they leaving you tongue tied

The ears want yellow on it like sponge bob

They calling me dumb hot

Been the shit since keisha cole on

Doing this till the paper get long

Im the cool kid

As for your chick

She running with loose lips

Damn she foul

Taste cum like its cool whip

Bending bars in here yeah i been ill

Ill strip your shields

Im cooler than a windchill

If you weak then scram

Your boy got quick hands

Hit up ya whip

You on your toes like you tap dance

Yall sweeter than starbursts

This here hard work

So im raping the game

Guess thats a tossed skirt

Team layed back

Yeah we laughing at yall

Fuck packaging raw

In beef you grab the hammer in the car

Start shooting man

Like you shooting for a movie

Them shells will hit you even while your car moving

This aint work be a cocaine dealer

Dealing with weight

Moving more than a eighteen wheeler

But im coke raw its like you dudes don't listen

Its like i took a whole pile and sniffed it

My foot in they ass this celebration music

Cause we winning fuck em all

All im saying to em

Chick on me got a man

Bet they hell of hating

Ladies staring im the man

This a celebration

Real deal only want them big bills

Them big bills

Type of cash make some men kill

It aint the team pressure apply it on em

Riding on em

Otherwise leave tires on em