Party Crashers ft. B2 & HopOutBoy Lyrics

You ever try to find love at a party?

Do not get me started

About that freshman year drama

Find out the hard way

Left heart broke in the drive way

While she upstairs getting fucked up to Kanye - She's getting fucked

I may go home to think

Then roll me some dank

I don't care what she thinks

I may have me a drank

Well, I went through her phone and found six train tickets

Damn that's six niggas hitting damn

I may go rant off to SAM

Hop Out Boy and maybe Grant

Never getting heart broke again

These hoes will fuck with your friend

Then say that it is what it is

But it ain't

They say move on and dance

But you can't

Lets me hit the bottle

I'm finna go upstairs and rattle this snake

Po Po finna shut down the place

I don't got much time

I'm not finna go out of my way

I may go back inside just to smoke

I guess I'm the sixth Man

Had six bitches ask me what the deal is

Then two high ass niggas walked on some bullshit

Nobody know I've been through it

Ask me how I'm doing

Nah, Nah, Na

Party Crashers - We just popped up at the spot

It's One O Clock

And the block is hella hot - don't get me wrong

In this bitch - it's all dough

Really, We getting on - so play my song

Geeking off the Remy - But I ain't tripping

Yeah it's on

Bitches shaking ass like let me see that thong

Her legs is hella strong - she on that pole

She getting low

Yercy got me feeling like a beast

Probably somewhere on the north

Hella deep - but hella freaks and hoes on scene

Me and My team - posted in the back of this motherfucker

Smoking on some purple tree

A nigga nodded off baby

And now a nigga can't see

Yeah

The weed got me kickstand

Louie V up on the sneaks

Watch me do my drip dance

B2 and Bacardi - make her waterpark and whiplash

I fit as I ride it in this song - see this that shit man

Stay on my grind

If I fall off - Ain't nobody's fault but mine

So I just got to take one step at a time

Can't fall behind

Because if I do - that's what you call a failure

At least I told you - so you can't I didn't tell you

Me and B2 - riding old schools

In the nineteen eighties Riviera

Got to hit the streets - before I dip I check my mirrors

Then we disappear - from the location that we're at

Then hit the liquor store - Got sticky dough

So grab some zig zags

I got out the party

With the two high ass niggas and a couple of shawtys

Pull up on Marty's

Let me get a pack of zig zags

And a bottle of Sharry - Sherry

My fault I'm already drowning already

And cops look all scary - and I pull up on harry

I got some head - But I didn't fuck

The bitch was kind of hairy

Till I saw the nigga from the party

Who had fucked my bitch

Ayo, Hop out boy. You hopping out?

Or am I grabbing the stick?

We can drive off afterward

Cause Remember - It is what it is

I pointed the gun at his head

Make sure my blunt is lit

His birth time was two o five

Now his time of death nigga was two o six

Bang, Bang, Bang

And that's not admissible in court, If you were wondering

It's wacky