[Intro]
(Tha New Cartel Music)
Yeah, aye

[Hook]
It’s time to throw a party, fuck it
Call my n***as and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood shit
Run that, bitch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, n***as live and they learn
N***as still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that shit real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a n***a get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve
On gang, let me show you how the east side do it
We gang bang, but my n***as from the west side too
We do thangs, I’mma do the best I can do
Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot

[Verse 1]
Now fuck that, where you at? Tell the DJ "run it back"
How the fuck you lose a sack? Better remember where it’s at
But I’m lit so fuck it, why every time I come around everybody always need somthin'?
Now I ain’t got time for this shit
I don’t give a fuck about no bitch
Yes, I never spend a dime on a bitch
Bitch, I’m focused on my money, hoe I’m worried 'bout my chips
[Hook]
On gang, let me show you how the east side do it
We gang bang, but my n***as from the west side too
We do thangs, I’mma do the best I can do
Hit me back in a minute, gotta get this loot
It’s time to throw a party, fuck it
Call my n***as and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood shit
Run that, bitch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, n***as live and they learn
N***as still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that shit real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a n***a get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve, on gang

[Verse 2]
Look, now one, don’t touch none of my shit
Two, you can have a cup and that’s it
Three, whoever don’t like it can dip
Give a fuck how they feel, on the gang, that’s it
Hoe, stop saying my name 'cause you wearing it out
Give a fuck how they feel, they gon' respect my house
We’ll knock a n***a out, keep running your mouth
We ain’t fucking with them n***as doing shit for clout
Now fuck that, where they at?
Baby Sleep, grab the strap
You already know where it’s at
Put these n***as on they back
How I’m trippin', n***a fuck 'em
Why every time I come around everybody always act tough?
Bitch, I ain’t got time for this shit
I don’t give a fuck about no bitch
Yes, I never spend a dime on a bitch
Bitch I’m focused on my money, hoe I’m worried 'bout my chips
[Hook]
It’s time to throw a party, fuck it
Call my n***as and go up
4 in the morning, my phones are blowing up
Now I been there, done that, hood shit
Run that, bitch don’t live this way
You better stop popping pills, n***as live and they learn
N***as still wanna place, so I’m taking they turn
When you keep that shit real, that’s to straighten they nerves
If a n***a get to busting, bet they duck and they swerve
On gang!

[Outro]
(Tha New Cartel Music)