My Party (Freestyle)

It gon' be a sad night

Shoutout my niggas Justin and Jalen, bro

For holding it down, like

This was 'posed to be my party (like who?)

Now I'm in the house, singing off-key (well damn)

I ain't steady when I'm steppin' (that's a reference)

I be off all the Bacardi (damn)

Shorty didn't even call me (ooh)

Shorty didn't even ball with me

Could've been my lil' butler

My lil' MVP, but she ain't on me

She on other niggas

That's no cream

That's no me

That's no B's, that's no P's, huh, uh (I won't even get that back)

I ain't even want it like that (okay)

All I wanted was a slam dunk (okay)

A lil strife to match my punk (yeah)

Go on dates, and I'd wear Dunks (yeah)

That's that shit that I can't afford (I can't)

But for you, babe, I'd try for more (I tried)

I'd even stop being a whore (I would)

But you hit me on my progress (I'm good)

I'm on a quest, I don't need stress

I need Lacoste print on my legs

I need a rosary around my neck

I need rims and a big check (a big check)

I need mags and some good neck (that's good neck)

Spit and stroke, that's good head

Give a cross some bones, like I'm dead

The bitch moved on, bro, I'm dead

Her nigga bummy, bro, I'm dead

I'm single, bro, I'm dead

Rearranged her guts, bro, I'm dead

My nigga dead, bro, I'm dead, ugh

You be servin' when you walk

I be servin' when I talk

I don't even need to talk

Kill that pussy, need some chalk

You be servin' when you walk

I be servin' when I talk

I don't even need to talk

Kill that pussy, need some chalk

You be servin' when you walk

I be servin' when I talk

I don't even need to talk

Kill that pussy, need some chalk

I remember servin' rock

Why you watching on my wrist?