Skyl3r - Party and Party (feat. Robmokot) Lyrics

Ready for the back story?
I've got a backboard ten fold ready-ready-ready for your head hoe
Black broads, all black on black with black leather lined on black
Fishnets lined with cash
Fishnet black with a side of my hoe (Blah!)
Old-old-old hoe left me
Bitch thought that I'd rewind the chapter
She didn't know til she saw a video of my dick in hoes 10 fold her caliber
Bitch isn't paid on my calendar
Stop calling "cut!" to rewind the camera
Rewind is amateur
I'll remind the butler to not let her in for a penny cent or anything
'Cause I'm too busy f*cking a queen from the back of her
Stacking up cash on her back
Passing the coke from her lips to her ass
I do not know whether this is a phase or if I am upholding a mass
Addiction like the day comes, I flush my system
Wake and bake up with the DT shaking
On bed barrel to the head, on a mission
Depressed, pull up, wake up dead, lead injection
I'm the epitome, they want me dead
I don't salute with a gun to my head
Party and party and party til death
Party and party and party I said
They cannot touch me, I'm so hard to get
My life is partly why they all depressed
They wanna copy? I make 'em embarrassed
They wanna copy? I'm changing the trend
Party and party and party and party and party and party and party til death
To party and party, party and party, to party and party
Party and party and party til death, party and party and party I said
To party and party, party and party, to party and party
We party and party, like Cardi on Cardi, Colombian white
On somebody body, I'm talking body on body
I'm ready to box like a wild cat
Fear no line but I'm all that
We poppin' molly and still no signs that I'm on that
Fear no man but I do know God gon' come back
She poppin' molly on molly
So many drugs, she wants to party and party
I got no gas for the two way street that I'm on
Two more days and I'm gone
Like how many days in a month?
I live a month in a day
How many days do you want?
To party and party
Party and party, to party and party
I hear a drop on a couple of beats
I'm thinking of dropping a track every week
So many bitches gon' hate on me dog but all of them niggas is weak
I came party and party
If you hear a banger don't worry about it
The fact you don't get it, I got it
I got it and you won't do nothing about it
No questions about it don't ask me if I really got it
Don't ask if I'm really about it
No talking about it
I came from the land where them niggas is really about it
That trigger make a gun stutter
Everybody born gutter
I'm just playing Mandela
Man don't cry but man still fed up
Voodoo make a nigga mad hakuna matata
That is the only problem that we have