Nate Smith - Crash The Party lyrics

[Verse 1: IKENO] These n***as ain't on my frequency, I'm turnt up and I'm turnt out Backwoods on Backwoods, I'm buil'n up 'til I'm burnt out Champagne on my breath, n***a, this Moet got her so wet The High Priest, she on my piece, these hoes call me Imhotep Chase the Ciroc with the Five Alive, spit my drink on these dead guys Keyzus Christ on that Holy Water, with the Pastor's Daughter, gettin' raptized Every good girl got a bad side, walkin' 'round like she chastised Tell your daddy "It's a new era, and the party just past it's cap size" Come f** with these rap guys, we're the Gods of the "Spiritually Ratchet" Mastered the balance within this Matrix, teach these conscious queens gymnastics, uh I hope she flexible, f** up her work schedule n***as call me "The Stretcher" the way I roll up this medical, professional [Hook 1: YHW] Smellin' like a pound of that 'La Di Da Di' Hundred fifty one shots of that damn Bacardi (Wooh) If she in them pumps better grab your shawty It's Y-H-DUBB in The S.P.O.T. we just Crashed The Party (The Turn Up Squad is outside) We just Crashed The Party (We ‘bout to set this off right) We just Crashed The Party (The Turn Up Squad is outside) We just Crashed The Party (We ‘bout to set this off right) We just Crashed The Party [Verse 2: North English] When I swerve in and I Crash The Party (Skrrr!) everybody act like they've never seen God Every guy has their girl on guard, ‘cause they know a n***a so avant-garde No lightweights, we the Heavyweight Squad, between 4 n***as, took 28 shots No chaser but we still gon' pop, if we ain't there then the party ain't start I hold my liquor and talk my sh**, take a shot ‘fore I take your b**h She take my dick before she take my number, safe to say that that ain't yo' chick I don't mean to be a prick though, that's just how the game goes She says that you half a man, and it takes 2 to tango I hit the ‘woods once and I never thought twice She sees green, shows pink, man that ‘Cardi had her nice Way I beat the p**y up, make her man want to fight And those leopard print panties, mixin' lust and civil rights, what a night n***a [Hook 2: YHW] Smellin' like a pound of that 'La Di Da Di' Hundred fifty one shots of that damn Bacardi (Wooh) If she in them pumps better grab your shawty It's Y-H-DUBB in The S.P.O.T. we just Crashed The Party (The Turn Up Squad is outside) We just Crashed The Party (We ‘bout to set this off right) We just Crashed The Party (The Turn Up Squad is outside) We just Crashed The Party (We ‘bout to set this off right) We just Crashed The Party [Verse 3: DEZ] House of Balloons, what's poppin? The pinnacle of your weekend I hear a pin drop when I walk in, your chick looking at me through a freak lens This a “3G” she got options, like a draft pick, look at the stats quick Y-H-Dubb stitched to my cotton, they believe in a n***a like a doctrine There is elephants in your apartment, real elephants in your apartment And you must be a Dumbo trying to hop on without a harness I'm throwin' ‘bows like Tony Jaa, my beads tossed and it's Mardi Gras Eyes chinky, Konichiwa, with the champagne bottle ‘bout to off the top I make the cypher hot, sorry to wet your top, but it's your Birthday baby are ratchet or not Turn Down for What? If the cops come knockin' we just take precautions, ‘cause the party ain't stoppin' Mermaid ride the wave, surfboard be a dolphin, I love watching Adult Swim The party is live when Y-H-DUBB arrives, all brakes aside when we roll in and Crash The Party [Hook 3: YHW] Smellin' like a pound of that 'La Di Da Di' Hundred fifty one shots of that damn Bacardi (Wooh) If she in them pumps better grab your shawty It's Y-H-DUBB in The S.P.O.T. we just Crashed The Party (The Turn Up Squad is outside) We just Crashed The Party (We ‘bout to set this off right) We just Crashed The Party (The Turn Up Squad is outside) We just Crashed The Party (We ‘bout to set this off right) We just Crashed The Party