Ride the round, I mean around How many party people trynna get wild How many party people stepping this stomp?
Jihadi flew me to Tehran Vacay, Djibouti Sands Cop some Audemars, water my watch Ships docked on the gulf, Obach Papi slide inside this pussy I bet you I'll make you nut Timbuktu for drinks and lunch I sip the dates through the golden cup This for my, this for my, this for my NuyoRicans This for my New York bitches Them Spanish Harlem bitches That Gucci garter make them ballers slip they Arpels Clip-in Y'all bitches starving, thriftin' Y'all be retarded, strippin' Yea nigga, yea nigga, I need some fucking money Fuck what you, fuck what you, fuck what you talking 'bout Fuck what you talking 'bout You better watch your mouth Y'all niggas outta clout Banks bring in paper, frown and cry Y'all niggas ain't got no clout Y'all niggas ain't got no round Take it for pound, for pound I could take it pound, for pound Paper, pack it down Take it, ship it outta town
Where you at? A killa pot, pop I-I run it up on ya You don't want it really Don't, don't, don't ya understand? Don't, don't, don't ya understand? Ha-ha, don't ya understand? Call, call, call the Call the, call the, call the cops I'll kick you off ya block 8th, St. Nick or Audobon Go, go call the cops If I come it's a war to fight These niggas ain't hard inside Nigga you gonna die These niggas ain't bonafide Niggas ain't ready Ain't born to slide These niggas ain't born to ride Niggas ain't ready don't want it child I'll send you the Dolja guy (to) Hit you in your poker pout Cause you's a joker child Niggas be makin' 'em LOL a lot Tired of being thrown aside It's a suicide, you're in a suicide I feel the soul inside s-s-soulless child Overdrive, I'm overdrive Okay nigga sure you right
It's a suicide, you're in a suicide Tired of being thrown aside Get goin' child (Beware of Yung Rapunxel) It's a suicide, you're in a suicide Cause you's a joker child These niggas ain't bonafide You ain't born to ride Niggas think Okay little nigga you think you bad Because you wanna ride When I get my hands up on some cash Nigga you gonna die I got some Foggers, Lasers Party people go make noise Woo-Woo, it's a party!