Pound Party lyrics

[Intro]
Know what goin' on
YL
It's DJ Quincy, b*tch
b*tch we deadly
Icey, I'm so sick of you
What you tell them folks?
Gangway, Double S

[Verse]
b*tch we deadly
Pullin' up wit' sticks, f*ck n*gga, is you ready?
Yeah, n*gga, we be goin' brazy wit' them sticks (Gunnit gang, gunnit gang)
Pullin' up, n*gga, you know we on that bullsh*t
We on that bullsh*t, we all ball like Scottie Pippen
Y'all lil n*ggas be bitin' my damn drippin'
Y'all lil n*ggas know how I pull up wit' your hoe
I pull up backdo', me and my motherf*ckin' lil bros
Said my lil bros on the f*ckin' move
I got goddamn sticks, no not pool
I'm ready to light this b*tch up, you better move
I got plenty pounds comin' through
I might motherf*ckin' go and jugg 20 Ps
Ain't no tellin' when you f*ck wit' young NG
It's the Yung Legend
I got big ass racks that look like bibles, I'm a reverend
f*ck n*gga try to test me, boy, you're over (Over, I'ma hit)
f*ck n*gga, boy, you're over (f*ck n*gga, boy, you're over)
Chopper, and that motherf*cker clap sh*t (Chop-per)
Y'all lil n*ggas actin' for that clout sh*t
Y'all lil n*ggas out here on that clown sh*t
I got chopper, and it hold a hunned round b*tch
Wit' the monkey nuts, we gon' come and spray sh*t up
My lil n*ggas goin' brazy, b*tch you know we deadly
Pullin' up wit' sticks, n*gga, you better be ready
On that bullsh*t, n*gga you better be ready
Ball like Scottie Pippen, bih, that's #33
I got a damn Glock, but it hold 'bout 33 (G-lock, G-lock, Glock gang)
If you wanna kill me, better send 30 Gs
If you wanna kill me, better send 30 goons
I got that motherf*ckin' chopper, it'll give you wounds
I'm in that motherf*cker beatin' out that hotel room
Beatin' out that hotel f*ckin' room, n*gga
Playin' wit' the gang, we got sticks like a broom, n*gga
Run up on that boy, he gon' spill out his fluid, n*gga
And I'm drippin' to the maximum
My diamonds shinin' to the maximum
I heard your b*tch drive a Maxima
Get up in that super-sport, show her what that speed do
Hold up, f*ck up on that b*tch like I had speed boost
Put that big di*k up in a hoe
Now she don't wanna go home no more
But baby, you can't come wit' me, I'm ballin' like D. Rose
Before I f*ck the b*tch, n*gga, of course, but you already know how that go
I got a damn stick, that sh*t might knock off your damn nose
I got a damn bomb wit' me, and yes, it's ready to explode
You know I'm gon' sell that sh*t 'cause I got that motherf*cker for real
I got that f*ckin' sack on me and it's ready to get dealed
[Outro]
Double S, Gang gang
Double S, Gang gang
Mafioso
Mafioso
Mafioso