Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
I'm paid now
Ain't have this money last year
I see Different face now
Take some meds
Count the spread in different ways now
Baby girl come right here
Ass up face down
Never thought I'd make it this far
Issa shooting star
She wanna do it
We can do it
Let's take off to mars
Can't show no love I been crossed
Got some love scars
I can try to trust you
Shordy but it's gon be hard
Until then gotta get to mula
Having a party with all these dead presidents
My only friends in the room
In the junkyard with the hardware
These scraps gotta get sold too
We strapped try to rob you doomed
Big guns like something off doom
Spin yo block wet ya up typhoon
I'm feeding dogs
They wait in line for my food
They Camping out Like
I'm sellin Mikes Shoes
Money coming meds going
That's what my trap do
Wish the hundreds was red
So my stack stay pink f*ck blues
Wish the hundreds was red
So my stack stay pink f*ck blues
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Issa party in the graveyard
We out here working everyday
Like it's a slave yard yea
Gold Chains
New whips
Still got Old cheese
New dip
Yo bitch
She dipped
Like a grammy
That mean she hit
Hit it then I'm dippin
He flex with bands we strip em
Just came up on a pistol
Might not shoot just pistol whip em
Off these xans I'm swervin
Auntie want it I serve er
Cousin want it i serve em
Gotta get rid of all these birdies
Ride thru my city with no worries
Who really want it?
Glock 26 stay with me
Best believe That ima dump it
19 shoots steady thumping
Track star he took off running
19 shots steady thumping
Track star he took off running
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
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Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
I'm paid now
Ain't have this money last year
I see Different face now
Take some meds
Count the spread in different ways now
Baby girl come right here
Ass up face down
Never thought I'd make it this far
Issa shooting star
She wanna do it
We can do it
Let's take off to mars
Can't show no love I been crossed
Got some love scars
I can try to trust you
Shordy but it's gon be hard
Until then gotta get to mula
Having a party with all these dead presidents
My only friends in the room
In the junkyard with the hardware
These scraps gotta get sold too
We strapped try to rob you doomed
Big guns like something off doom
Spin yo block wet ya up typhoon
I'm feeding dogs
They wait in line for my food
They Camping out Like
I'm sellin Mikes Shoes
Money coming meds going
That's what my trap do
Wish the hundreds was red
So my stack stay pink f*ck blues
Wish the hundreds was red
So my stack stay pink f*ck blues
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Issa party in the graveyard
We out here working everyday
Like it's a slave yard yea
Gold Chains
New whips
Still got Old cheese
New dip
Yo bitch
She dipped
Like a grammy
That mean she hit
Hit it then I'm dippin
He flex with bands we strip em
Just came up on a pistol
Might not shoot just pistol whip em
Off these xans I'm swervin
Auntie want it I serve er
Cousin want it i serve em
Gotta get rid of all these birdies
Ride thru my city with no worries
Who really want it?
Glock 26 stay with me
Best believe That ima dump it
19 shoots steady thumping
Track star he took off running
19 shots steady thumping
Track star he took off running
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
I'm paid now
Ain't have this money last year
I see Different face now
Take some meds
Count the spread in different ways now
Baby girl come right here
Ass up face down
Never thought I'd make it this far
Issa shooting star
She wanna do it
We can do it
Let's take off to mars
Can't show no love I been crossed
Got some love scars
I can try to trust you
Shordy but it's gon be hard
Until then gotta get to mula
Having a party with all these dead presidents
My only friends in the room
In the junkyard with the hardware
These scraps gotta get sold too
We strapped try to rob you doomed
Big guns like something off doom
Spin yo block wet ya up typhoon
I'm feeding dogs
They wait in line for my food
They Camping out Like
I'm sellin Mikes Shoes
Money coming meds going
That's what my trap do
Wish the hundreds was red
So my stack stay pink f*ck blues
Wish the hundreds was red
So my stack stay pink f*ck blues
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Issa party in the graveyard
We out here working everyday
Like it's a slave yard yea
Gold Chains
New whips
Still got Old cheese
New dip
Yo bitch
She dipped
Like a grammy
That mean she hit
Hit it then I'm dippin
He flex with bands we strip em
Just came up on a pistol
Might not shoot just pistol whip em
Off these xans I'm swervin
Auntie want it I serve er
Cousin want it i serve em
Gotta get rid of all these birdies
Ride thru my city with no worries
Who really want it?
Glock 26 stay with me
Best believe That ima dump it
19 shoots steady thumping
Track star he took off running
19 shots steady thumping
Track star he took off running
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Having a party with the dead
2 steppin thru the graveyard
All my friends take meds
We call the trap the JunkYard
Hands together bow your head
Leave em dead in the ChurchYard
Prayed for money now I'm paid
1700 for the Goyard
Writer: Anthony Johnson
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