Party over Here

Hahaa (Yeah)

Tony Starks, nigga

I ain't going nowhere (Yeah)

Ya'll feel me?

We 'bout to finish this all though (Aha?!)

Tell 'em, tell 'em, tell 'em, get it

Yo, yo, yo

Yo, the old lady said this shooter was five-six

And she don't know, how gotta away with five of them bricks

Across the street a group of men had held nine sticks

Those is nchoppers, being sprayed, and all of them missed

(Uhh) low Boon, got away with it

He passed me four of them joints if I stay with 'em

(Uhh) What the fuck ya'll think?

I wasn't born with a slit between my legs with a hole that's pink?

Nah! I'm a gangsta, besides getting paper

I'm move my pawns fuck around and get rooked

Besides that, any jux session deny me for any stones

In your skin and you get cooked

Hahaa, blood spillin' like lava, face on the hot concrete no agua

Nasty killer with horror, you wasn't even the main entree house

That for a starter

(Party Over Here)

I'm talking like it's about to get deadly

We stay getting ready

(Party Over Here)

Staten Island, stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy

(Party Over Here)

More paper, hoes that swallowing, scatter warm and later

(Party Over Here)

Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it

Bottle after bottle, Remmy, Dark Goose, Moscato

Through the club into gear, full throttle

Players on one side, killers on the other

Hoes in the middle, plus it's jam-packed, flooded

Sweating through my silver life, I might suck it

Mad hoes, got 'em on the string, like a puppet

Party over here, lil' niggas stepped over my kicks

Without sayin' "pardon over here"

Two of my goons seen a falcon over there

Came back with whatever that fuckboy had in his ear

Neck, chest, wrists, he couldn't persevere

Pat riley on his neck, gave up the jewels like, "Here!"

Nickel-plated bulldogs, twelve inch rugers and long leathers

To pluck any bird nigga feather

Staten Island, we get ours regardless

Don't forget, we do the pressin'

Y'all just press charges

(Party Over Here)

I'm talking like it's about to get deadly

We stay getting ready

(Party Over Here)

Staten Island, stay stylin', boy, turn off the lights like Teddy

(Party Over Here)

More paper, hoes that swallowing, scatter warm and later

(Party Over Here)

Don't you dare run nigga, just hand over the goods, or we'll take it