Pandemic Party Lyrics

You know I had to do one for the club

Haha

Even though they closed

She mad, she can't hit the club

Because the pandemic

In the living room but she going ham with it

All her girlfriends in a circle, not a man in it

TikTok, Snapchat, and on the gram with it

Doing some damage, house party

Dressed to impress as if it's the catwalk

The way she move that booty

You can tell that that ass soft

Sippin' all night, ain't gotta worry bout last call

Masks on until they heard Future

Then fuck it, mask off

Exciting, alright then, it's enticing

The way that ass clap, and separate like a hyphen

I'm likin', if this was the club

Niggas be fightin'

Just to see it drop, but we watch

Just like a Breitling

Niggas writing all on their post

Tryna see 'em

They got a hundred friend request

And a thousand up in they DM

Thotties all wanna be 'em

Niggas they gotta flee em

Cause they got it poppin', thought it was stoppin'

But they just begun

So watch, niggas plot to get a spot

But the line around the block

Unless you rocking a yacht

These ain't regular thots

They top notch, when they got hot

Rode in drop tops, bounce on niggas

Like it's hopscotch

A stopwatch to clock where they get they bands

Booking info in bio and it link you to Onlyfans

Quarantine ain't stopping the dough

You better know

That the money gonna grow

Relax and enjoy the show

If they close the club, we at the house

Don't wanna start a riot, keep it quiet

It's word of mouth

We don't give a fuck, it's going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what's up

If you ain't, you outta luck

If they close the club, we at the house

Don't wanna start a riot, keep it quiet

It's word of mouth

We don't give a fuck, it's going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what's up

If you ain't, you outta luck

Fuck it up like 2019

She grind on me, I sweat on her

A fuck about hygiene

She looking back so she can see it

Pass me the Visine

Tomorrow the whole outfit is gon' need a dry clean

But for now we gon' kill this shit

Like a crime scene

But I'ma lil bias, they like us

They say a nigga sick, they call me coronavirus

But you can call me Chris, I'm also known as the flyest

You say that I'm the shit, I promise I won't deny it

In the crib turning up

Got the walls shakin'

They hear the music but they not invited

They all hatin'

Got the block jumping and they listen

From the outside trippin'

Cause they hearing the commotion

And hoping we social distance

It's getting crazy

And we need to consider

We gotta re-up on the liquor

We running out of tequila

Fuckin' up all our liver

Pictures we won't remember

As the bottles finish quicker

Y'all start to look unfamiliar

We fucked up

I don't know when we stoppin'

Outside might be closed but the inside is poppin'

You ain't gotta head out, cause when you step out

It's dead out

Why would you wanna get out

Unless you playing the let out

5am and it's finally dying

It's looking like the hangover

Minus the tiger and Mike Tyson

Can tell by the reaction, above the caption

Shit was super lit, without the pics

It didn't happen

If they close the club, we at the house

Don't wanna start a riot, keep it quiet

It's word of mouth

We don't give a fuck, it's going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what's up

If you ain't, you outta luck

If they close the club, we at the house

Don't wanna start a riot, keep it quiet

It's word of mouth

We don't give a fuck, it's going up

In the crib we going buck

If you here you know what's up

If you ain't, you outta luck