issaparty! - Intellectual

(Huh, hah, yo, yo, okay)

(headshot)

(Lets rage)

[Chorus: exxtaxy]

Yeah, it's my party throw some bands in the air

Huh, yeah, it's a party, let's throw our hands in the air (yeah)

Talking all that shit about how life ain't fair

We gon' take these mops, and knock off yo head (yeah)

Boy, you better listen to what I said

Or you gon' get hit with this lead (Say what?)

You gon' end up in a hospital bed

His body lay out and spread, and that nigga dead

Hah, and that nigga dead (woo)

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Stackin' racks to the roof, yeah

Niggas caught me lackin' one time, so now I keep me a ruler (ruler)

My trigger finger itchin, itchin so bad, shoot ya just to shoot ya (swerve)

Niggas cryin', thats so sad, cops don't еven got a clue, yeah (boop-boop, yеah)

Chrome lens, see through ya (chyeah)

Ain't you feeling me?, ooh yeah

Pray to God, now I'm Buddha (yeah)

Wake up in Buda' (yeah)

Yeah, ha, just come to my party (party)

And they show up at the door

And they butts touch the floor

I will tell y'all niggas, I stay ten toes

Cause I ain't no hoe

And I can't fuck up this flow

Yeah, yeah, let's go

(yeah)

[Verse 2: stacculaa, exxtaxy]

Yeah, yeah, let's go (yeah)

Percocet got me in that mood (woo)

You had fye, so why ain't ya blow? (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)

And I stay with my shooters like G.I. Joe (what, what)

He ain't there as soon as we got the loc'

Imma say I got a menage of hoes