Yeah Party

[Verse 1: Nuk]
Buy a pound every day
Even with the reg 'bows, we used to break 'em down to shake
Fish scale, I'm in a rare package like wishbone
I can't wait 'til my next brick I get to kick on
Buy a pound every day, flip weight
Took a nine-hour ride to switch plates, I'm too school
On the East Coast with it, I sell dog, I move food
On the West Coast with it, got blues spots like Blue's Clues
He better not let me find out where he trappin', it's a seat check
I put my mix on a quartеr brick and got my feet wet
Your fiend mad he did a half a gram and hе ain't geeked yet
Soon as they hit mine, they noddin' off, I got that tweak pack
You the type of nigga that'll talk me out a key
Put a seven on the dog, I like walkin' down the street
It's just me and Flare in here and that's an awful lot of eats
You ain't know? When your lil' ho ain't with you, I got her by the cheeks
Yeah, I'm from the red side, but was raised on the dark end
My fiend wanna hit the dope, dyin', take a Narcan
My bitch know she can pass me the compressor when I'm walkin' in
Do my dance on it, then I lock it 'til it's hard cement

[Chorus: Nuk]
Me and brodie 'nem go pound for pound, but not no boxing shit
We don't even try to mix with niggas, they be counterfeit
Oh, you pretty, but you broke as hell, you make my tonsils itch
We just flew another hundred 'bows, I know they proud of me
Bro ain't licensed, but he still farmin', get a striker, still park it
I just got a switch if niggas get up in my biz, Markie
I just made a run and then I got another leg started
Used to be the nigga droppin' pounds off to the yeah party

[Verse 2: Flare Delgado]
Just sold ten boxes, nigga, that's a half a ton
In every state a nigga go to, I bet I get a gun
Your trap joggin', lil' nigga, you ain't seen a run
Just had to buy my bitch a wig, I ripped out her bun (Sorry, bae)
I'ma always get some money, niggas know that
In your town passin' out pictures, call me Kodak (Shh)
Any state you in, I can tell you where the load it (Tell you where it's at)
You the type of nigga ask me, "Let me hold that"
Simpin' over pussy, nigga, give that girl her phone back
Niggas talk a good game, I'm really on that (Really on that, nigga)
See a nigga I don't like, I hit him in his shit
You in here yellin' in the party, lookin' like a bitch (Hah)
Nuk just hit me with some shit that take a fifty-five (Woo)
Shootin' down 75, I'm rich when I touch down
Sixty for this plain jane, but hoes say I'm bustdown (Bustdown, baby)
I don't like the carnival, nigga, I bust clowns
If I really like that bitch, I'm 'bout to bless her Zelle
Fly her out to Mastro's just to get some kale (Aw, yeah)
Used to sit up at the store just to catch a sale (Aw, yeah)
Now I'm catchin' first-class flights out to Brazil

[Chorus: Nuk]
Me and brodie 'nem go pound for pound, but not no boxing shit
We don't even try to mix with niggas, they be counterfeit
Oh, you pretty, but you broke as hell, you make my tonsils itch
We just flew another hundred 'bows, I know they proud of me
Bro ain't licensed, but he still farmin', get a striker, still park it
I just got a switch if niggas get up in my biz, Markie
I just made a run and then I got another leg started
Used to be the nigga droppin' pounds off to the yeah party