{Intro}
Yea... Yea
Ohhh, TeamGrimey
{Verse}
I told her meet me at the Brown Jug
I'm at the bar and buying rounds
And we smoking so much loud that they tell us Quiet Down
And I'm known to cause a scene
You can catch me in your town
And I'm fussy with my shots
Only sip it if its brown
I got 100 bottles, that High Life
And I'm smoking on that kush to get my mind right
For all you wack rappers tryna get the lime light
Ill put that red dot on your b**h a**, let you shine bright
I k** records by the verse, murder rappers by the squad
Michael Myers to their heads
Ch-Ch-Ch-Ch-Chop em off
I've been gone a little bit, haters say I'm falling off
Putting her-on in the songs got you nodding off
White boys, take d**
They've been sleeping on me cuz, time to wake up
Somebody gotta go, it ain't us
f** skinny jeans, you might as well be wearing make up, f*gs
{Hook}
Welcome to my House Party (x4)
White boys, take d**
They've been sleeping on me cuz, time to wake up
Somebody gotta go, it ain't us
f** skinny jeans, you might as well be wearing make up, f*gs