It's A Party (Edited)

Hey yeah uh

It's a party over there nah

It's a party over here yeah

F**k that bulls**t

I ain't no Peter Piper but I'll pay Peter to pipe ya

Cause they got me by the balls and I can't risk it all

Up in the Jamaican spot biscuit out and friskin all

Rudebwoy don't make me bloodclaat lick off

Me not the one you wan' take off see and

Don't be brave show me the safe and you'll be safe see and

Cooperative s**t smart man

Blaow blaow Shoulda been like that from the start man

Custom made truck pop the trunk it's all wires

23 inch all rims no tires

Gritty motherf**ker Feds can't touch us

Got 'em all conceited the way we leave 'em stuck up

N***a I R&B n***az like Usher

That stand for 'Rob &Bang' n***az once the R rush ya

My heart ain't pumpin no pressure

The way we run up on you n***az like your parents and undress ya

It don't matter what I go through

Double R's my life

And when s**t just ain't lookin good

I'm a make it be all right

I'm only out for the cream y'all wanna know the scheme

Yup

Here's a tip the tip of my gun head holds a beam

Roll with the team with the spinnin rims so it seems

Like I'm movin slow when I speed

Stomach's so empty my chest starvin

Y'all could be the great Batman but I stick n***az up

So I be the best Robin

I don't respect the D's make 'em call they sergeant

They call me Margarine slide out the gutter like butter

I see your stones glistenin that don't mean nothin to me

I be at your home visitin and you ain't gon' like my company

Standin on your doormat and I'm not Welcome

I buy bullets but I don't sell 'em I just make sure n***az felt 'em

Certain n***az gotta feel 'em

Yeah

At least I don't steal

Long as he come up out his s**t at least I won't peel

May be bad but life ain't all good

Long as n***az got that thing out and e'ything's understood

It's all hood

I do my robberies like a book of matches I light s**t

Might strike twice in one night 'til my fire is lit

If I don't got a gun I'm wirin s**t f**k it

I don't look at ice admirin and s**t

I'm thinkin how to make you up it

And is it worth it s**t my pockets is hurtin

And the only way I can sooth the pain is duke chain

I ask myself is that platinum

S**t the way I feel right now I'll take gold if I have to

I don't give a f**k about this party so don't make me do it

Don't make me make this DJ lower this godd**n music

Everybody runnin to they car cause you slumped over the bar

Look at everybody havin a good time don't make me go that far

I got a n***a on each corner with a good reach on ya

And I don't got the heat on me so one move

And they gon' leap on ya

My clique keep the fumes strong like ammonia

Cause we go hard Double R's the squad the street owners