InDaParty ft. heytaurus! Lyrics

Boys in the club and we gettin' real litt

Don't think I'm lacking, it's right on my hip

Fuckin' a bitch and I put on her wig Like, she love it tho she wants a kiss

It's Taurus, on top of the team, like, how could you miss with a beam

It can't be real, it's not what it seems

Bitch, I'm the boss, I'll change up the theme

Niggas wanna play, we can get em okay

Got a .40 on my hip, gotta make sure that I bang

Like, what, got me thinkin' I'm insane

Got that beam on his back, I gotta hit his brain

I'm takin' his arm and I'm snappin' that shit

He can get killed, him and his bitch

Like, I dropped that bag on a switch

Not talkin' my game, some shit that will hit

Y'all ain't ready for this shit God, nigga, T-Up on this hoe

(My name is Jaylen, and I am a Super Saiyan)

Powered up just like a Super Saiyan

One of a kind, can't be duplicated

Slide on the beat, I'm not lubricated

Slide in your hoe, I leave her mutilated

Jay is the name, PC the gang But I swear to God, we're not computer playin

You a stupid man, I will shoot a man Please don't make me go and prove it, man

Bitch, I'm a master class, Tap her ass and I have to dash

You a grown man, plan smash or pass

And I had to laugh, we in a money race you comin' after last

she finna ditch your ass for my richer ass

Don't send no snap, I wanna flic the last

Boy these niggas sad, if it's about a bag Then you know a young nigga dippin' fast

You know a young nigga dippin' fast

I'ma pull up to the bank with a lot of cash

Got a 40 on my hip and it's ready to blast

I got your baby on my face like she was a rash

Yeah, I'm hittin' the pen, don't need a blunt, Tellin' those lies, keep it a buck

Smokin' this nigga, got turnin' the runts

And I'm up in the woods lookin' for my next hunt

Feel like I'm mentally swingin' my chopper

Me and Lil Jay finna eat on some lobster

Tag-team a nigga, get him off the roster

No new niggas, yeah, he's an imposter

We're gonna spin, we spot him, got him

Can't get the net like I'm living in Gotham

Don't got the G, then fuck it, let's rob him

You with your bitch, she part of the problem

You and your bitch is a problem, I got a solution

Please do not try nothin' stupid

Bitch, I'm rare as a steak that you eatin' that Ruth Chris

In ya hoe mouth like a toothpick

No, we not playin' no Fortnite, but I got the blueprints Why you out lookin' so clueless

A nigga been feelin' so ruthless, I don't give two shits, I'ma just wear what the shoe fit

I'm in my element, this shit about big as the boat that they rode in for settlement

Bitch, I got tired of the peddlin', got me some gold in the motor My nigga, I'm revvin' it

Show me a young nigga better than me when I'm off of the sedatives boy i feel free

P to the C, Fresh as a peppermint chill in her mouth when she get on her knees

P to the L, them niggas know that I'm killin', I'm up on they blockin', and I'm shootin' like curry

Won't ever care about a bitch who want money It's funny, cause I'm gonna leave in a hurry

Most of the time I won't duck, cause I'm hittin' my target I sewar who I won't miss

Ayy, I'm makin' money, the bands, the green, I do not care about a diss

Uh, this shit ain't a issue Hittin' these bitches won't lie, I won't miss you

This nigga cryin', go get a tissue Up in the V and these bullets gon' blitz you

Up in the V and I'm gettin' some head

Uh, lil' bitch, yeah, I said what I said

If I catch this lil' nigga, I'm leavin' him dead

Like, lil' bitch, all I see is red

I got bodies on bodies on top of my head

Shut the fuck up, lil' bitch, that's why you left on red

I got niggas beside me, we'll fill you with lead

Better check ya lil' bitch, cause she all on my bed

I be talkin' so stupid, I coulda been sped

So much food on my plate, think I'm gettin' well fed

And I heard that you starvin', I get in no bread

Dead on my box, bitch, the cool with the peg

If you catch me outside in the crocs, then I prolly got top from a bop just forget what you saw

If you saw me and Jay hit a lick and then dip, Do not I worry about it, we don't fuck with the law

You can tell how we talk, me and Jay got the sauce, We gon' tag-team beat like it's Monday Night Raw

We some rowdy lil' niggas, we'll pull up in squash

PC hit his leg, while PL hit his jaw