A BSG Party Lyrics

Slidin' this bitch like I'm tryna stay home

She standin' all under, she tryna get phoned

I told her I can't and she left me alone

So I found a cousin and I had her phone

How in the hell did I find her phone

All I had to do was just get in my zone

Fuckin' this bitch in the front of her home

She is so nasty, leave me off the bone

She get so mad when I tell her no

She listen to me though cause I am the king

She's barely madder cause I'm barely seen

Smooth lil' nigga, I saw him the beat

Edge of the sea, will you listen to me

She like that my fits always clean and real neat

Don't run up on us cause we might pack the heat

Heat get packed up, call me a spurt

Don't take me serious girl, I'm just a flirt

Don't take me serious cause I'm just a flirt

What happened to that boy, he got put in the dirt

I jumped in that heat and I jumped head first

I'm not for shawty racks so I'm not buyin' your merch

But I go to the store and I flirt with the clerk

We need a bop for the Glock cause we ringin' it now

And I bomb out that hair cause I need it or not

And I smoke hella gas if I need it or not

And I rewind you niggas, I feel like a bot

So many times shawty, but then I take the tops

The beat that had y'all in my motor charged up

Put twice shots in Indy, I'm not Andrew Lowe

I'm lucky as hell that I didn't go to jail

Put one more done shot, now they ringin' the bell

Skunk, yeah, yeah

You know how I get, I be rippin' and shit

Bit 3 made a few hits, know how we get

Alley one, said put an alley four deep in the bed

She like how I look so I'm punchin' her line

Six figures in, she say, damn, daddy, I'm comin

So fuck it, I call it a vine

I'm fuckin' that good and I made it to that scene

We growin' so you know how it go

I go for the kill, gotta go get my green

And say fuck it and hit all the notes

Can't be laid up too much, gotta go get my paper

Ain't no racks and I suck, ain't no motherfuckin' haters

This nigga was laid down and cut himself out the grass

Woulda jumped on his ass, but he did himself a favor

Hell nah, he don't get a pass

We'll come back to him later

Light his ass up like a sage, show him a stunt

Hell nah, I ain't talkin' no David Blaine

Better go ahead and get a damn sprayer

That mean that he had to get sprayed

Hell nah, he ain't gettin' away, ain't no close damn shade

Beat on my chest, I ain't got oil check

But fuck it, I'm feelin' real brave

Wanna be on the big stage

Want the lights on me when I'm in the arena

Told him, look, bruh, he ain't seein' me

Got the crowd jumpin' like I'm John D'Ascena

What Skully say

Yeah, I'm too damn hot, but I'm so damn hot

I might melt your damn pot

Ha ha ha ha

Well fuck that pot, said fuck it and back on that drill

Said fuck it and went and got a kill

He got caught in that jam, he was talkin' with his pic

So fuck it, it ain't no deals

Creeped on his ass, he can't hear me comin

I popped me a daddy

I ain't trippin', I got him appraisin

Up in America, said go ahead and get his ass appraisin

Go ahead, get his ass appraisin

Get his ass

Go ahead, get his ass

I'ma just scam, man, no, I ain't gon' kill his ass

He be chillin' like a cuck when he fall over

Yeah, lil' bitch, we just spillin' ass

Poppin' my shit like a perc, I put in work

She tried to cheat on me, had to tell that lil' bitch

That I'm the worst

That I'm the who

Bitch, I'm the worst

Bitch, I'm the worst

I don't mean to curse

Catchin' it fast like my life never cursed

Too many Glockies

Too many Glockies inside of my purse

Left him in the hearse

Killin' these niggas on Wiki

Nigga, I'm with it

Niggas that hurt

Never had laughs

Nigga, I'm in first down

Gave her a first-class ticket to Pound Town

Yeah, lil' bitch texted me

He look like a clown

He had a frown

I told him, turn that frown side down

He really happy

He don't even know that she callin' me daddy

I ain't even her daddy

I ain't no papi

This me Sean, instead of Slappy

This me Sean, instead of Rapper

So let's get fuckin' lit

Nigga, I'm Mali City

White boy doin' a co-op titty

Like I said, let's get litty

In this case, lit like a titty

I said hello, she introduced me

Straight to the damn kitty

I'm in my zone

Leave me alone

Free, bitch, instead of them

Callin' my phone

But E.T. said, phone them home

Bitch, I ain't home

I just wanted the dome

Ain't she from a damn Atlanta

She wear the Zonda, no Panda

She didn't know niggas, no pepper

Oh, Lord, please damn help her

I feel like we were ripped to the beat

'Cause you know I had to kill this heat with some heat

Uh, Prince, so she gon' suck on the meat

President of my fuckin' zone

He is the king

Uh, missin' my crown

What the fuck do you mean

Like the four boys, but we still the dream team

Never still hug a nigga like he Kareem

This ain't no rap

This is all in your dreams

So open your eyes

This is just me

Prezi, yeah

We is so fly

We just stay high

I got that chopper, it's a G and I

Nah, look

Ay, make him pass out the setra

Ay

Nigga, I just, ay