(Baby wanna party) (Taking shots of that) Baby wanna party Taking shots of that Bacardi We just split a perky Now she feeling on my body Grew up hella preppy In the backseat gave me sloppy Keep yo’ eyes up off my neck Don’t start lookin Don’t be watching Had a dream about some shit If you ain't living Then you dying Sometimes I be feeling psychic Know the people round me lying Damn! Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying So you can go down with me Leave a couple mamas crying I'm the first up in the mix Like a mother****ing lineman Tell em' score like **** a diss All them words And all that typing Get you bagged like a bitch Call me Sketch nigga I been goin dumb playing with sticks Only plan is getting rich I done seen some crossed lines Nigga I done seen some shit (Huh) Turn that bitch into a brick I be water whipping I had startted with a 6 Pull up creep behind tint Hop out clutching on my glick And blow all them niggas My mind stuck up in a hit Know some niggas want me dead **** around and do it first Go off them niggas Cant be lacking in this bitch Pistol packing in this Tell them niggas I'm the wave They riding the ripple (Skrt) Having dreams of push to start Remember I was selling carts Nigga grittin in them trenches Where a nigga lost his heart Crash dummy tendencies But a nigga been smart All my clothes in trash bags I was stealing out Walmart An I ain't made out the bottom But im focused on the top Bet we spin a nigga block And we dont stop until it lock (click Clack Click clack) We gone fold em' like a box (Get back get Back) Nigga he ain't duck the shots (New pack New pack) Left em' laying by the park (Aye) Feel the problems on my mind They be stacking They be getting bigger I was dangling in the streets Hitting licks for dinner I was tucking all my pros Nigga grinding through the winter Think I hit that boy with gravity My glock it flipped em' Should call that boy a pack of gars' How my choppa ripped em' Should call that boy a pack of gars' (How my choppa ripped em') Baby wanna party Taking shots of that Bacardi We just split a perky Now she feeling on my body Grew up hella preppy In the backseat gave me sloppy Keep yo’ eyes up off my neck Don’t start lookin Don’t be watching Had a dream about some shit If you ain't living Then you dying Sometimes I be feeling psychic Know the people round me lying Damn! Before I go Imma' send some bullets flying So you can go down with me Leave a couple mamas crying (I'm the first up in the mix) (Like a mother****ing lineman) (Tell em' score like **** a diss) (All them words) (And all that typing) (Get you bagged like a bitch) (Call me Sketch nigga) (I been goin dumb playing with sticks) (Only plan is getting rich) (I be water whipping) (Hop out clutching on my glick) (And blow all them niggas) (**** around and do it first) (Go off them niggas) They riding the ripple