Rest Of My Life

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah (Turn up)
(C'mon, slatt)
(So we created our own wave)
(runna)
Slatt, slatt, slatt
Yeah, yeah

[Chorus]
Party at my place, party at mine (Oh yeah, yeah)
Might spark me a blunt, like two at a time (Oh yeah, runna, yeah)
Called you my twin, I called you my slime (Oh yeah, yeah)
I'm on this shit for the rest of my life (Yeah)

[Verse 1]
Spendin' cash, put it on the floor
I get mad, then I cop some clothes (Let do it)
Flex a hundred bands, I done got 'em mad
Brother aim for heads, better duck and roll (What we on, gang?)
Place in my crib, you ain't touchin' those
And the pants are Rick, I'm so comfortable
We do 'em sick, got a stuffy nose
Tryna get a pic, I'ma fuckin' show
Soilders tryna spin 'em, boy, I gotta go
Tryna charge this AMG up the road
Take a nigga off, we get 'em gone (Slatt)
No, literally, we did 'em wrong
My lil' shit my mini-me, I put Balenci' on her back, how it fit like that?
W-w-walk in the spot with my Cartier on, "How yo' wrist like that?"
Everyday, got a new hater, I told twin to get like that
Nigga, yo' diamonds look off, [?]
Hop in this, takeoff, ain't stop at no red light
I'ma call my dawg a fuckin' K9
My-my lil' bitch pretty, she don't got no waistline
Don't fuck with her friends, but I know that she hate mine
This bitch know that I hate when we waste time
Let's-let's go out the country, fuck a date night
I'm tryna see you more than just a FaceTime (Oh yeah, yeah)

[Chorus]
Party at my place, party at mine (Oh yeah, yeah)
Might spark me a blunt, like two at a time (Oh yeah, oh yeah, yeah-yeah)
Called you my twin, I called you my slime (Oh yeah, yeah)
I'm-I'm on this shit for the rest of my life (Skrrt, grrah, say)

[Verse 2]
Party at my place, party at mine
Smoke me a blunt, like two at a time (Hey, c'mon)
Come up [?], said that we flying (Hey, skrr, skrr, skrrt)
You know that I'm on this shit for the rest of my life

[Outro]
(It's motherfuckin' top dog, you already know what the fuck goin' on with me, man)
Bring the motherfuckin' mic here
Bring the motherfuckin' mic here
Bring the motherfuckin' mic here
Bring the motherfuckin' mic here to the pussy nigga right there
(You're not runna)
(May-Mayhem)
(Mayhem)