ThisPartyReallyDied

Say, you walk up in the club, throw a couple bands up

Now you think that bitches gonna like you

Say you hoppin' out the Coupe with the tennis up on the roof

Like them bitches gonna slide right through

We don't give a fuck about how much you putting up

Oh no we don't care enough about your shit to look it up

Not impressed by your ego or the human you become

Just a slave to the trends, another grave of the young

Know you got the money and we know you got the clothes

But what the fuck that mean if the shit don't go

We know you got the bone, and we know your name known

But what the fuck that mean if the shit don't go

SESH is the reason they fuck every season

No stop for a breather until we stop breathing

We got what they need and we drop and they fiendin'

We get like the sun, we kill and we leave it

Nobody comparable, bitches hysterical

I don't show up and they call it a miracle

Rap is the area, fuck what they carrying

Up on the back of the whips so I carry it

I'd be embaressed if I were you

Take a step back and just look what you do

I'd be embaressed if I were you

Take a step back and just look what we do