Auggie Three, Yung Que$o - Party Lyrics

When we step in the party we going fuck it up
When we drink out the bottle we going pour it up
I know niggas be hatin' we then had enough
Three five of the runtz and we going get it stuffed
Niggas be cap you know that boy a bluff
Run it up, Cause too much money ain't enough
Bubble guts, Cause I pour a 6 in the pineapple crush
If the feds hit the spot then the work getting flushed
We get the bags of the za, get it in and it's out
We got the bags in the car, got the bags in the couch
These niggas be mickey we know they going rat like a mouse
If we catch you running your mouth, we might run in your house
I ain't new to this nigga this veteran shit what i'm about
And i'm steady smoking on loud so I ain't got to shout
I got that drip cause I came from a drought
No I don't listen to shit this ain't no word of mouth
I don't fuck with the faking it's only real inside this house
Now i'm like baby come put this pill inside your mouth
And she call me crazy cause I be on a paper route
If that's not my lady then you won't see me take her out
I be dripping so wavy a nigga pop out different now
She trying have my baby she notice that i'm dripping now
I go flip the bag to some more I can't settle for less
I taught myself how to jugg and finesse
24/7 I get it I barely get rest
I can both my eyes closed i'm still passing the test
And I can have both of them bitches if I try my best
And I then left most of them bitches no time for the stress
You got to keep it real with yourself if you want to be the best
Got keep it real or I might rip your heart out your chest
Bags in the 'burban we might just pop out in a vette
I make it rain in the club strippers walking out wet
We gon fuck up the party I pop up wherever i'm at
Said let's get it started we sliding wherever you at
Got me smoking biscotti i'm higher than planes and the jets
She like to get naughty so she send me pics through a text
And she ride like a Harley she like when i'm beating her back
Get popped like a molly cause we go to war for a check
And I pop out hardly a young nigga get to a check
Every time I step my foot on they neck
Ballin' like a nigga play for the Nets
I'm makin plays in New York like I play for the Jets
Racks in my pocket I don't got to flex
No i'm not waitin in line cause they know i'm up next
If you start wasting my time you getting cut off next
Get out of line we might cut off your neck
(Uh Uh)
And I drip too much like a wave better hold your breath!
I'm about my stripes you get hit with a tech like a ref
And i'm blowing 3 of these O's got me feelin like Steph
I told that bitch to get right or she gonna get left
You know i'm back in the trap you know I never let em in
I don't got no deals for the bag so you know I ain't settling
These niggas nuts so we gon pop a trunk like a elephant
(Uh)
I'm filling my pockets with presidents!
Feds on dick with no evidence
Double cup it's filled with medicine
I'm lit I feel like Thomas Edison
They hate cause designer we stepping in
We got that shit it's for sale and we mailing it
I don't need no bench I eyeball when i'm scaling it
We got the bags in the Rover I dip I be tailing it
My pockets starting gettin dumb I got to move smart,
I had to cut that bitch off she played with my heart
The way that she suck the dick off we can't be apart
And I get my ends all I had to do was just start
And now I won't stop until i'm at the top of the charts
I got a clip of hollows you'll get hit like a dart
Started perfecting my craft like performing the arts
And I started flipping dollars I was playin my part
When we step in the party we gon fuck it up
When we drink out the bottle we gon pour it up
I know niggas be hatin' we then had enough
Three-five of the runtz and we gon get it stuffed!
Niggas be cap you know that boy a bluff!
Run it up, Cause too much money ain't enough
Bubble guts, Cause I pour a 6 in the pineapple crush
If the feds hit the spot then the work gettin' flushed
(We get the bags of the za get it in and it's out)
(We got the bags in the car got the bags in the couch)
Bags in the couch
These niggas be mickey we know they gon rat like a mouse

When we step in the party we going fuck it up
When we drink out the bottle we going pour it up
I know niggas be hatin' we then had enough
Three five of the runtz and we going get it stuffed
Niggas be cap you know that boy a bluff
Run it up, Cause too much money ain't enough
Bubble guts, Cause I pour a 6 in the pineapple crush
If the feds hit the spot then the work getting flushed
We get the bags of the za, get it in and it's out
We got the bags in the car, got the bags in the couch
These niggas be mickey we know they going rat like a mouse
If we catch you running your mouth, we might run in your house
I ain't new to this nigga this veteran shit what i'm about
And i'm steady smoking on loud so I ain't got to shout
I got that drip cause I came from a drought
No I don't listen to shit this ain't no word of mouth
I don't fuck with the faking it's only real inside this house
Now i'm like baby come put this pill inside your mouth
And she call me crazy cause I be on a paper route
If that's not my lady then you won't see me take her out
I be dripping so wavy a nigga pop out different now
She trying have my baby she notice that i'm dripping now
I go flip the bag to some more I can't settle for less
I taught myself how to jugg and finesse
24/7 I get it I barely get rest
I can both my eyes closed i'm still passing the test
And I can have both of them bitches if I try my best
And I then left most of them bitches no time for the stress
You got to keep it real with yourself if you want to be the best
Got keep it real or I might rip your heart out your chest
Bags in the 'burban we might just pop out in a vette
I make it rain in the club strippers walking out wet
We gon fuck up the party I pop up wherever i'm at
Said let's get it started we sliding wherever you at
Got me smoking biscotti i'm higher than planes and the jets
She like to get naughty so she send me pics through a text
And she ride like a Harley she like when i'm beating her back
Get popped like a molly cause we go to war for a check
And I pop out hardly a young nigga get to a check
Every time I step my foot on they neck
Ballin' like a nigga play for the Nets
I'm makin plays in New York like I play for the Jets
Racks in my pocket I don't got to flex
No i'm not waitin in line cause they know i'm up next
If you start wasting my time you getting cut off next
Get out of line we might cut off your neck
(Uh Uh)
And I drip too much like a wave better hold your breath!
I'm about my stripes you get hit with a tech like a ref
And i'm blowing 3 of these O's got me feelin like Steph
I told that bitch to get right or she gonna get left
You know i'm back in the trap you know I never let em in
I don't got no deals for the bag so you know I ain't settling
These niggas nuts so we gon pop a trunk like a elephant
(Uh)
I'm filling my pockets with presidents!
Feds on dick with no evidence
Double cup it's filled with medicine
I'm lit I feel like Thomas Edison
They hate cause designer we stepping in
We got that shit it's for sale and we mailing it
I don't need no bench I eyeball when i'm scaling it
We got the bags in the Rover I dip I be tailing it
My pockets starting gettin dumb I got to move smart,
I had to cut that bitch off she played with my heart
The way that she suck the dick off we can't be apart
And I get my ends all I had to do was just start
And now I won't stop until i'm at the top of the charts
I got a clip of hollows you'll get hit like a dart
Started perfecting my craft like performing the arts
And I started flipping dollars I was playin my part
When we step in the party we gon fuck it up
When we drink out the bottle we gon pour it up
I know niggas be hatin' we then had enough
Three-five of the runtz and we gon get it stuffed!
Niggas be cap you know that boy a bluff!
Run it up, Cause too much money ain't enough
Bubble guts, Cause I pour a 6 in the pineapple crush
If the feds hit the spot then the work gettin' flushed
(We get the bags of the za get it in and it's out)
(We got the bags in the car got the bags in the couch)
Bags in the couch
These niggas be mickey we know they gon rat like a mouse