Afterparty

(Trey, Trey , Trey, Trey, Trey BVNDO)

[Verse: Dee Billz]
Like, feel like I'm Pop welcome to the party
Niggas grillin', we starting to fight
Like, I don't care if he little or tall, like
I wanna ball so I'm clutching the pipe, damn
We in the A, dare a nigga to act up
Like two thots in the V [?] up
CLA drifting, whole car strapped up, like
Can't hang if you play for the lackers
He was my brother, now he a opp
When I see him I'm letting it flock
Like if he run he get left on that block
Walk with the gun, I ain't running from cops
Thought it was sweet cause I got on glasses
G43 is tucked in thе jacket, like
Spike Lee, niggas bе acting
Fuck with the opps, I cannot jack it
Fuck with the opps, like I cannot jack that nigga
I cannot claim him, hit his face, rearrange it
Like hit his chest, leave him aching, damn
I know how to shoot never been to a range
Like went through hell and came back with the gang
Star B he retarded, can't be tamed
Me and Fazo, two deep in that rain

[Verse: Kyle Richh]
Grah, you-you better stay in ya lane
Like if I throw, I know bro got me
Let off seven and went on a high speed
I'm in the A, send shots too oppy, damn
We in the club, yes, I got through with my gun
One-one in the top, 8 shots to the [?]
I'm tryna catch me a homi'
Ion-ion care where you from
This for any nigga feeling tough
.30 on me I'm ready to ahh-
.30 on me I'm ready to crash out
If I miss, I'm spinning back 'round
Like no remorse, we don't care 'bout your background
Bro threw a shot, it's a bang out, like
Jenn got the drop where they hang out
Thirty deep like, I got the gang out
300 bullets is taking his gang out
4-4s in the spot got dumb knocks
He moving wock, he gon' see how this gun pop
Like put the beam on his top
Grah, Dre violated
Tried to up, he got put in a box, like
We don't tote no props

[Verse: Jenn Carter]
And we sending out tree to his top, like
Might spin that block
They got no knock, don't send no shots, like
Baddie, she setting the drop
Finger itching, this shit is so simple
I-I can't move without my pistol
.40 blowing, you might need a tissue
If he think he tough, we crash his [?]
Can't be hot by my wheel if I'm holding a Smith
Bitch how you 41K with a kid?
If I spin through that block I might dump out the whip
She don't want no more smoke, she deleted her diss
And she thought she was lit so we parked her Maybach
41K? Aight say that
Like what? Bitches be kids

[Verse: Tata]
And they only get views 'cause they sucking our dick
Tryna front in the party, imma cause commotion
Like once I pop a nigga, imma smoke him
Like keep a strap, I ain't talking no trojan
And I know a boy who went out by a pokin'
Graah, she a leg we brought her out the spot
And like a Lego, tear a nigga block
Cannot drive in a boat, so they driving a yacht
If he thinking he tough, we take time off his clock
It's a whole lotta shit that I gotta address
Like, if I see a jiggy he get put to rest
Bitch I throw up the dub, niggas know I'm the best
And Amiri my denim, I'm fly like jet, bitch
Don't get took off the list
I see a oppa', imma start to glitch
They keep dissing and dying, they music is piss
And I'm smoking on Dotty, he resting in piss, bitch