Lyrics
Party at the crib, getting litty in this bitch
Ayy, strapping wit my glock, and I got a lil switch
Yeah that shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, while yo shorty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, shorty wanna fight
But I drop a couple digits, now she feeling alright
Yeah he blowing up her phone, asking what she wanna do
So I sent a lil selfie, and he said it's on sight
Party at the crib, getting litty in this bitch
Ayy, strapping wit my glock, and I got a lil switch
Yeah that shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, while yo shorty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, shorty wanna fight
But I drop a couple digits, now she feeling alright
Yeah he blowing up her phone, asking what she wanna do
So I sent a lil selfie, and he said it's on sight
Yeah he mad that we stacked, got the pesos in the bank
Got some cash in my wallet, and he thinking to attack
Yeah He scheming and trying, he tryna sneak in through the back
You could call me steve jobs, yeah I popped him with a mac aye
Run my fade
Got a lil glock, you know it's loaded every day
Got a lil latina, and she gon follow all the way
If he mess with my guap, ima go and let it spray
She blow my phone yeah
I just spent a couple digits on a mothafuckin coat yeah
Laurant called me, yeah turn that ass down
I be so cold yeah I'm sick all these stacks
Yeah yeah, I'm sick all these stacks
Lil bitch wanna test me let's go let's get it
I'm sick all these stacks
Lil bitch wanna test me let's go let's get it
When I pull up to the show
She on my dick yeah I can't do no more
Sick bitch on my phone why she text me
She doin so well in her muhfuckin backseat
Yuh, she doing well in the backseat
Suck me off, baby go fuck me off a xanny
He wanna pull up, Yeah I think he wanna fight
Got a lot, this fucking money yeah that bitch she wanna fight
Run it up, run it up, run my fade
Pullin up, pullin up, pull up to the date
Aye shorty got a man, don't give a shit, wait
He a pussy though, give a fuck, yeah he bitch made
He don't want it, He don't want it
Yeah he don't want the smoke, but he got it
He don't want it, He don't want it
Pussy running away, but I still shot him
Cash in my wallet, and I'm loading to attack
Give a shit about deposit, cuz I got a loaded strap
.44, .45, yeah fuck it take a mac
And I'm waiting for the moment that he slip up and he lack
Got bands waiting on me once I'm done with this hit
Last kill made a rack, that's 185th
What he waiting for, pussy won't pull up to this shit
Guess I'll go back to the party, get his shorty kinda lit
Party at the crib, getting litty in this bitch
Ayy, strapping wit my glock, and I got a lil switch
Yeah that shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, while yo shorty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, shorty wanna fight
But I drop a couple digits, now she feeling alright
Yeah he blowing up her phone, asking what she wanna do
So I sent a lil selfie, and he said it's on sight
Party-Party at the crib, getting litty in this bitch
Ayy, strapping wit my glock, and I got a lil switch
Yeah that shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, while yo shorty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, shorty wanna fight
But I drop a couple digits, now she feeling alright
Yeah he blowing up her phone, asking what she wanna do
So I sent a lil selfie, and he said it's on sight
Yeah he mad that we stacked, got the pesos in the bank
Got some cash in my wallet, and he thinking to attack
Yeah He scheming and trying, he tryna sneak in through the back
You could call me steve jobs, yeah I popped him with a mac aye
Run my fade
Got a lil glock, you know it's loaded every day
Got a lil latina, and she gon follow all the way
If he mess with my guap, ima go and let it spray
Written by: Alan Mendoza Tkalec
