Grove Party (feat. Lil B)

I got a whole lotta money, pop that pussy for me

My homie got that yopper, he a-bang it at a copper

Ayy, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party

Stove on my waist, cook your ass up, gourmet

All-black four-four, do you want foreplay?

I'm going at your face like Oil of Olay

No champagne, but you know my flag rosé

Swagger on steroids: Canseco, Jose

No Limit Records: We so 'bout it 'bout it

I'm higher than a bitch, feel like I climbed a fucking mountain

Illest nigga you know, my accountant still counting

Shot hit him a minute ago, but his body still bouncing

Beam on the hammer, beam on your forehead

Gotta kill the witnesses 'cause Birdman car red

Hollygrove Monster, Eagle Street creature

Come to your funeral, kill everybody but the preacher

I live in Miami, nigga, I'll South Beach you

Robin Leach—uh, that's how we ballin'

You know that I'm loaded, but please don't think it's sweeter

Beat one of you bitch niggas up like John Cena

Them hoes on Young Money, tell them hoes we coming

Boy, we get it popping, we ain't saving hoes, we swapping

Yeah, gangsta party, gangsta party, gangsta party

Big-head Desert Eagle, call it Sade

I just get that money, Stunna taught me that

That Xan took me under, Patrón brought me back

I'm leaning on these motherfuckers like I caught a flat

And that Glock snap back like an old Starter hat, haha!

What the lick read? I'm in the big league

I'm a breath of fresh air—let the bitch breathe

I'm tryna chillax, but I had to do it, Dev

I'm at the funeral, like, "I had to do it, Rev.!"

Mack, you my big brother, I'll split a wig for you

Put that on Mary P., until they bury me

Moment of clarity—yeah, that's my diamond game

I keep a fine bitch 'cause I like the finer things

Haha! Fuck with me, slime

No brain on the whip, I got nothing in mind, hehe

Carter 4, they ain't fucking with mine

I drop that Sorry 4 the Wait to make up for the time, yeah!

Yeah I do my thang, bitch what's up? (Swag)

Young BasedGod

Came in with the ballers (Woo, woo, woo, with the ballers)

Iced-out chain, bitch

I'm rich off that same shit (Oh, that same shit)

Sixty-five hoes on my dick, bitch, it's Christmas

Straight Westside, Bay Area bitch, I'll grave em (Swag)

Pretty boy shit, Based God finna hang 'em

Armed like a cradle, and you niggas can't stop me (Can't stop me)

Shouts out to Mack Maine getting rich and cocky (Mack Maine)

Bitch it's still Westside (Swag), shouts out to Weezy

Young BasedGod with that 55 heater

187 bitch (Ayy), I pull a 2-11 bitch

With that tiny shirt, man (Yeah)

And that (Yeah) tiny pants, man (Swag)

I'm on that BasedWorld, and I fuck with Cash Money

Niggas don't understand, man, they gang like a chain (Swag, swag)

Man, that "Woo woo swag," bitch, brr-rang-dang-dang-dang

Man, bruh, off top, I'm a Wolfpack hitter (Swag)

Man, my life just a painting. And I paint you a picture, man

Think about it: a young paid-ass nigga

This that stuntin' music (Stuntin' music); bitch

I just do's it (I just do's it)

It's Lil B (Yeah, yeah) and I'll motherfucking bruise 'em,

We run it! (Swag!)

Man, shouts out to Maine and Wayne, man (Woo!)

Shouts out to New Orleans! Westside

I can't believe it's niggas getting money down here who fuck with me!

Swag!

Weezy, I see you! What it do!

That motherfucking partying

Bitches, man, what it do?

Hahahahaha

Yeah!

Ayyyyy