Young Fyre - Party and Bullsh** lyrics

Black Walt told me if you wanna bonafide banger You gotta start with a hard a** kick and a snare Add some dope a** music around and a hard MC and you got it [Verse 1: Tech N9ne] Every night, it seem like we celebrating birthdays (hoooooo!) Cause rappin on planet Earth pays Smelling like versè, or is it Versace? You got me sloppy from popping this oxys and shots of sake, copy All you ladies in here, I am sharing wood I just, wanna lay between ya and ram square into it Cause, when it come to women, your man Aaron's good I done been inside-a more woman than planned parent hood I got more bottles, than new born babys, for youp**n ladies I want you drink up till you horn crazy and rape me 'Till I'm lazy and achey, wanna get shady and tape me? Okay baby lets say we tape me inflating your trakey Im just partying I ain't letting the tool spit I ain't tryan have you haters layin below the pool pit 40 acres and mule sit, in my garage with a cool kit Eat, drink and be merry man and miss me with all that bullsh** Ain't not telling how drunk and high you'll get [Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (x2) (Hey hey) We party and bullsh** Booze it with floosies (hey hey) And that's how we do's it Not the Biancas we choosing Everybody lose it, listenin' to our music [Verse 2: Big Ben] And they like, and they like, yup do that thing you do (I am) What you mean? baby gurl I need some liquor too Aye, she need a picture too, Big Ben she want a picture too Im F-L-Y, so why not? We can flick a few (f** yea) Knock the lenses out my frames and start the ruckus (yes) So when I scream through the scene you kno you n***as finna crush it Max out on swagga, not your ordinary rapper But I do my thing extra, like no ordinary madness (Gotya) Keep that smooth movement so proper They keep choosin on ya dude cuz I be's all about my dollas On the baddest b**h swaggin through, its not a big deal sh** I receive more tongue then a double stacked thizz pill Its real, what you say you lose the crew and (e)scape with me No need to slow it down you let them other s**as pace the speed, dig it? (yep) f** it, I'mma party like a trap star And probably get my a** thrown out for going that hard Aye, Aye [Hook] (x2) [Verse 3: Shadow] Yo, your flow missed me, buy vodka, get pissy Roll with Tech N9ne, bear arms and get grizzly Everready, a k**er, that flow's Anghellic Storytelling and battle-rapping, who can't sell it? Should I speed it up? Nah, I'mma keep it strange My inner voices told my outer voice to be deranged The devil on my shoulder got a devil on his back Who told him everytime I see Biancas give her a** a smack I need a bunk rock, fresh pair of s**er duckers It's a party, I'm bullsh**tin' with muh'f**as Shadow fly, look at b**hes with a crooked eye Battle me? I think your favorite rapper'd rather die Who you know can spit a flow this clean? My notebooks to 10th grade, I got so many 16's Please, I got a lot of hard tones That'll f** up your view of The View like Star Jones Y'all clones, my style is the original Half you wack rappers just epitomize pitiful But me? Spittin' cla**ic is a ritual I stopped liking rap when the lying got habitual I'm sick of you, the streets turned me to a sentinel I'm so not Common, but I still see the b**h in you (So guess what) sh**, can't nobody out-rhyme me So Tech, call Trav right now and tell him sign me [Hook] (x2) [Outro: Tech N9ne] Yeah.. Throw your cups in the air if you're drunk like me Yeah.. Tech N9ne, Big Ben, Shadow, X-rated vodka and Sprite, boy