House Party

[Verse 1: Sulaiman]

Microphone checker, verified way before Twitter
I'm a talk less do more 80’s type nigga
White bottle white coupe white diamond white widow
On a black ass bastard cause black lives matter
Glass ceiling shatter iconoclast the ladder ain't have enough rungs
Bilingual gettin’ head from two tongues
Food for thought, it's going down Houston we got problems
I don't think a fuckin’ town meeting gon solve em’
Dodging revolvers, welcome to Gotham
It's Arkham Asylum how crazy I'm finna get for ya benefit
Ya bloodstream finna get fired up wit adrenaline
I'm tired of ya Michelin and Ness
Need some bitties wit’ hot bodies to feel on they chest
Got them other bitches sittin’ like they isn't impressed
Fuck conventional wisdom cause boo ya nigga know best
All the niggas that's wit em’ just like to give em the ism
Then sub em’ in for another like they be playin’ them brothers when they be back in the league
Run it back but ya contract it ain't guaranteed
Baby go for the knees then get the keys

[Chorus]

C’mon man, c’mon man
C’mon man, c’mon man
C’mon man, c’mon man
C’mon man, c’mon man
C’mon man, c’mon man
C’mon man, c’mon man
C’mon man, c’mon man
C’mon man, c’mon man

[Verse 2: Sulaiman]

Man I wish that I could ball enough to fly lier
Fuck packing go shopping when we arrive there
Smoke swishers wit Draya top of the Himalaya
Playa playa in Romey Rome tryin to lay a lay up
And everybody come around in single file now
But I still don't keep my pinky finger nail filed down
Got some homies prolly lookin’ at a scale right now
Trynna come up wit the money for the bail right now
Time's up so time out time to wile out
I don't care if it's light out party at my house
I wish…dreams was made of this shit
I was only 15 when they baited then switched
All the greatest got flipped, hard shit went pop
Pop went left, left went right to fill the spot
Funeral plots for all of it
Bringing you something authentic the minute I thought of it
Genre-less border-less can't even send you coordinates
I'm outta ya range
Now you seein’ how easy it be to body you lames
In Chicago seen a couple niggas die over chains
I embody the change trynna find a model wit brains, whoa
Who you lovin’ who you wanna be fuckin’
Ass clap on the track and it sound like extra percussion
In the back of the lac in the cat I'm pressing the button
She was stutterin’ someone call a speech therapist something
And you know what it is girl
I ain't gotta document the way I live girl
Pray and hope you get invited to my crib girl
Matter fact I got curry on the stove, trynna eat get a bowl

[Chorus]

Is it just you?
Is that your thick friend?
Where you goin’ tho
Baby get in
Is it just you?
Is that your thick friend?
Where you goin’ tho
Baby get in