[Intro: Blue Pesos]
(WardoMadeThisOne)
Party and bullshit, party and bullshit

[Verse 1: Blue Pesos & Duffy]
I was a terrorist since the public school era
Bathroom passes, skippin' class, and I started passin'
Rami stones fantastic, they so distracting
Talkin' three hundred somethin' thousand we ran through last year
We get up close, shootin' up parties, soul fashion
When the bro took the twenty-two, he look like Bo Jackson
Glock 17, he stupid in special classes
I can't go in without my pole, I gotta keep weapon (Shit, for real)
Who shot ya? He got 22 from Big Poppa
Crashed the party and everybody get low, you hear the shells droppin'?
Schizophrenic thoughts, trippin' poured, I got Alzheimer's
What the fuck is P talkin' 'bout? He be on different timing
I don't know, but what I do know is
I keep a stick and I'll get a n***a blitzed in this bitch
What I'm totin', she be on ridiculousness
Got hood idolizin' rats, how y'all cool with that shit?
Turn it up, when we show up, the party done
My n***as mad at what we on, we just havin' fun
Got a rapper beatboxin', he Biz Marquis
Crack his head with the Henny bottle while I'm sippin' lean
I'll put this drum on a n***a, bitch, I'm Dr. Dre
I'll get him drowned with a good bottle of Chardonnay
The homies slide for fun, he don't have so much he gettin' paid
Five hundred dollar soda just to try and clear my sins away
Long live the Don, Mr. Big Bank Uchie Face
All I wanna do is go to parties and be on bullshit
The Crip homie creepin' in the cut, fiend blue tips
I sense some foul shit there in this bitch, we gon' show out (Ayy, bitch, look)
[Verse 2: Duffy]
OTM here, you know what we on
I won't be kickin' it right there if I can't bring in my gun
She wanna leave with us 'cause we young and turnt up
P and Duffy comin', bet that motherfucker finna jump
We got money, shit, we just wanna bullshit and party
Quick temper, big pistol, don't get nothin' started
Chili getter, big spender, we just bought all the bottles
I got extensions on my Nina, that bitch somethin' like a Barbie
Hmm, hangin' with them guys, that'll get you sparked at
Bapes on with the LA on hoodie, black sack
Black mask, he got whacked, and not by baseball bats
But fuck all that, though, where the party at? Ayy
Walkin' through the door, we brought the drugs and some more shit
Why she all on my dick? I thought that was your bitch
Gang with me steppin' in the function, got my pole in
She think I'ma chase her? What the fuck wrong with her?
She don't know no n***a that can do it like me
.223 shells flyin', tell a n***a fight these
All we really wanna do is get fly and get high
Pourin' lean, smokin' BC quilts, we fly, shit, shit

[Outro: Duffy]
Ayy
And bullshit
(And party, and bullshit) You know what the fuck goin' on
(And party, and bullshit, bitch)
From the East to the West, though
Yeah, real Off the Mussle Classics type shit
Hmm, hey, that's how you give a n***a the ugh