[Intro: Matt Martians]
Shoot it? For a party?
Man, y'all n***as
Y'all n***as ain't hear me out

[Verse 1: j. sula]
I been on my own a lot, I don't even stress about it
I don't take myself too serious, I mess around it
Life is short, and I'd rather have a ball
If you planning on a party, y'all make sure it's off the wall
I'll make sure I got it covered on my end
Been in town for months and I don't even have a friend
But that's in the works, mm hold the onions
I don't need to be crying over nothing
Pour me up a drink, and then pour me another one
I'm about to get it, I ain't leaving 'til the party's done, yeah
I ain't leaving 'til the sun's up
Broke boy, why you tripping, get your funds up, hear me now

[Chorus: Matt Martians & India Shawn]
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay

[Verse 2: j. sula]
Sipping bubbly over cities that we don't remember
Showed out, and I'm feeling colder than December
It's an awful summer, it's a great night
They asking if I want her, I say that I just might
Looking to my left, and then back at her
She give me a lil' smirk and I'm winking back at her
I can't be mad at her, yeah that's my girlfriend
Party's almost over, been a hell of a whirlwind
[Chorus: Matt Martians & India Shawn]
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay
It ain't a party, it's on the wall
And y'all didn't invite me, but that's okay

Part 2

[Intro]
Bump, aye
I got the sub in the trunk, aye
I'm having fun, aye
Step back and serve, I'm the one, aye
I got the jump, aye
Hit up an opp and I run, aye
Sit in the sun, aye
All my words hit like a gun, aye

[Verse]
I think I'm more than a rapper
I do the abracadabra
I hit the notes like I'm Sampha
Shaking my head like it's dandruff
You're not important at all, that's what the figures would say
I got the new jack swag, hit it like I'm Kid n' Play
Country boy, I'm Billy Ray
I got the sauce, no Szechuan
I see Coriolis like Ekman
Write me in, I'll control the election
I do this rap for my brethren, really it's more for myself
I don't have features for help, nobody listen oh well
That's more for me, hundred digits on the board like I'm Pusha T
Mild flame spitting, pre-heat 300 degrees
On the seas, on the fleece, own a lease, on the beach, like
I'm chilling, that Gucci fur so appealing
Ain't got bread for the butter so I spread it 'til I get enough
Keep the water in my cup, too