After Party Lyrics

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah oh

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah oh

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

He said we in the heat but nigga you ain't even top 4

And he used to be with game but you know we ain't talking no more

We gettin' all my plus deliver we not walking up in them stores

Did she thought she was gonna leave me told

Them bitch don't touch that damn door

They say I ain't got no drip I'm rockin' Maracami jeans

All these bitches say they loyal but they ready for the team

Where the after party at I'm tryna smoke up on that green

I get my shoes from stockx yo nigga shopping on that shein

Walk with two god damn brands on got that two pack that strand and strong

He diss me his mans gone he a germaphobe but I'm hands on

If you dissing on game make you say it again I'm not fucking with bro but I'm fucking with twin

Stay with that red beam no Kylo Ren and I stay on two feet so I'm standing on ten

Day one switching on me man I'm just like no

I drop down onto my knees asking God why is it bro

I pick my phone up what's the word he say he at the telly

I got the strap he in the V I had to turn his ass like Melly

Threw his body out the whip I'm skirting off the block now

I see them flashing lights and all I hear is all them cops sounds

I took two lefts one right I'm sipping lean and I'm choking

Hid in his momma garage I took her son but she not knowing ayy

She said I could stay for the night

Then she said pick your head up saw the tears in my eyes

I told her I would tell her tomorrow it's a ride

I took a nap and woke up that morning no more lights

And then like quick she told me tell the story I said hold on let me get it straight

I didn't think I'd tell a momma that I killed her kid today

Then a knock up on the door I'm breathing hard like hyperventilate

Then the cops open that door and say your son has sadly passed away

I'm like oh shit move quick I ain't trying to die today

I jumpstarted that hellcat and acting like I flew away

Put the pedal to the floor and I'm fucking up that street

I put my middle finger out that window screaming fuck that nigga B

Tears start to comin got that lean in my stomach

My heartbeat is thumping got my nose steady running

I just killed my best friend I'm sad you figured

It was always DTB boy now I can't trust no niggas ayy

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