We - Life of the Party. Lyrics

My girl is sick and tired of my partying
My only concern is when the party end
I'm looking for a room to get it popping in
I see this little shawty in some moccasins
(Ughh)
I had to call her ass out for rocking it
I hit her with the four fingers what are those?
Her ass fat so Imma have to tap that regardless
I had to give my man dap for spotting it
She said my hair remind her of Basquiat
I told her paint my pictures with a f*cking pen
(Watch me do it)
And you fit the description I want you in
(You wifey now)
I hope I fit the box that you put me in
(Lemme get it)
She she got a man and he don't f*ck around
(Oh let do it)
I told her not to bring him up he's not around
(F*ck your nigga)
Her pussy drippin I ain't thinking consequences
(Wet)
Don/t know why you f*cking worried where my conscience is
(Mind your f*cking business bitch)

I knew you had a man
I didn't know he had some other mans with em
I guess I coulda listened a bit better
I know you said he had a short temper men
I just wish I coulda hit him a bit better
(He needs some milk)
For future reference
If you trynna make your nigga jealous
By hooking up with another nigga he never met with
At least tell him
Not your man the other dude
Cause your man running up on me like he don't know what a gun'll do

I don't know why y'all only tough in all your profile pictures
(Pussy)
Acting like a thug just get you profiled quicker
Because you post them guns don't mean you poppin nigga
(Bitch bet you aint even popped a nigga f*ck)
You just a poser pretending that you could pose a threat
If my niggas knew you niggas know whats next
But I ain't with the talking
Used to doing more and talking less
I ain't worried bout the repercussion
This that cause effect

This shit came to fruition
No premonition
I know I seen the vision
I just dreamed it different
My momma keep on asking why I'm seeming different
She said I'm seeming distant
I told her I grew a chip on my shoulder
For every nigga I seen switching
She told me not to trip that it seams it's in the gene stitching
If these niggas trynna cross you hit em with that holy water
Turn the other cheek and let the lean hit em
I'm throwing all my chips all on the table
All thats left for you is to pass me the f*cking ketchup
You pass me I f*cking catch up
Watch how a nigga catch up
I'm pretty sure this late bloomer
Is gone boom ya