Welcome To The Party (Remix)

Hey Wok and Breezy

(This is a Melo beat) Queens

Baby, welcome to the party (Uh)

I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean

That's why I'm movin' retarded

(That's why I'm movin' retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party, uh

I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari

Baby, welcome to the party

*****, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)

Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)

One in the head (One in the head)

Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)

Baby, baby, don't trip

Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)

'Cause you could get hit

It's a MAC, fact, I'm in the black 'Bach

We never lack, lack with that strap (Ooh)

I'ma drive through but if you back back

It's gon' clap clap and that's that

I never tap tap if I don't like a ho

You act act like you like her though

Never backtrack if I ain't ****in' with you

Can't sit with us but you might get go

All my pretty *******, high-saditty *******

Got a milli' ******* on go

All these silly *******, I'ma kill these *******

Yo Pop, who the **** want smoke? (Brr)

Keep-keep it real, you really mad

'Cause your baby dad used to like me though (Ooh)

I-I ain't **** him 'cause I ain't want him

Told him, "Take a hike like a hiker" though

Fendi moon boots, size six

Got me walking around like I'm Michael though (Yeah)

Paint my hair 'cause I'm Tyson (uh), Jordan, Angelo

Baby, welcome to the party (Uh)

Colorful weave and your makeup is beat

And that's how you act just like a Barbie (Barbie)

Baby, welcome to the party, uh

He wanna party with Barbie (Ooh)

It's Big 092***OA (Uh), I make a call and it's war

I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh

Got a bad ***** from overseas

Got a 10 pack in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores, uh

Don't try and run up on my V

I knock a ***** out his sneaks while I'm shellin' down his V, uh

Double G for the tee

No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car Swiss cheese

Neno cooler then cooler, he still an ooter,

He don't settle for nothing, uh

Bluffin', ***** boy, stop all that bluffin'

.380 hold a ruler,

I know some *****s that'll shoot you for nothing

Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin', run, Ricky, yeah he runnin'

Baby, welcome to the party

I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the lean

That's why I'm movin' retarded

(That's why I'm movin' retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party, uh

I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari

Baby, welcome to the party

*****, I'm a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)

Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)

One in the head (One in the head)

Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)

Baby, baby, don't trip

Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)

'Cause you could get hit ('Cause you could get hit)