OG Maco - Who Came To Party lyrics

[Verse 1 – OG Maco:] Oh what a ma**acre Like Jason, Michael, Freddy, and Idi Amin after ya Civil syllable war, n***as should've been prepped before Forthcoming about your weakness Cause now I'm feeding on fetus and b**h slapping nonbelievers It's the god motherf**er They running like Gail Devers with rocket powered Adidas From features including now Secretly half coward, and cowering from a foul I'm like Cheddar Bob's revolver, go off at the slightest broad f** the humble façade, part of 2, I'm Gorilla Grodd Or Luther, blast on intruders, break mouths to silence the vows I vowed to remain silent and beat a n***a like Rocky My creed is this constant credence cause n***as thought they could beat it Well I been feeling murderous, deadin' tracks and murking sh** n***as didn't notice then, backing when Still ain't never backing down Never feared men, only he that made them Turn around and made me, look at god's masterpiece I mastered beats and the streets Brought some light to the meek and good dick to a freak And some food to the table for my whole team to eat up f**ing feast, more plates than the damn DMV They say damn y'all so greedy cause it ain't too many seats I be damned if I give a damn, we gon' flood the streets They build a damn, blow that f**er down soon as the track leak Back on my old mackery, order them hoes a daiquiri Tell them hoes matter factly that it's all on me Brought J.I.D. for the a**ist like Chris Paul and Blake Griff Bake balls and cheap spliffs, don't shape shift A silent n***a till I RIP [Hook x2 – OG Maco:] Now who came to party, got the 'gars split And we rocking the crowd, some n***a might get hit And yo b**h say we dope so this is that dope sh** Now who came to party, who came to party [Verse 2 – J.I.D.:] One dollar [?], one dollar [?] Young enter the frame like Billy D I can f** your grandmamma out her teeth Lay her on that posturepedic Creampie, ooh said she proud of me That's sick as sh**, my flow is equivalent Just painting a mental picture, picture this The villages overthrowing the tyrants [?] to concrete, iron sharpening iron Sharpen a shank for your enemies Stab a n***a with sympathy, tip I'm just tryna fit the bill, so what you wan' hear You wan' say, I sure ain't got k**ed when them shots squealed Like they want yay, them boys to men, they remain gangster And y'all asking for claps and thank you When them n***as on the block, strapped to their ankles He's a monster, blowing all types of ganja And they campaign strong so who wants a sponsor? Doom shot a n***a like who wants lasagna? Who wants a nuisance with a few guns and the coupons and the food stamps Never had a job, never do nothin' n***a shoot time Bust in your crib and lay you down while you watching TV on the fouton Like ooh ah, I'mma need that Take the money where the weed at Take the what? Leave the what? Get your girl, I don't need her bruh Except when I'm hitting it doggy style Giving that b**h the finger bu*t Spillage village on the money hunt Stack chips, pringled up n***a had dreams of counting money till my fingers cut But that's, but that's what's up [Hook x2 – OG Maco:] Now who came to party, got the 'gars split And we rocking the crowd, some n***a might get hit And yo b**h say we dope so this is that dope sh** Now who came to party, who came to party