In the Party lyrics

[Intro: Lil Yee]
Ayy, this that mask up, leave your phone at home
HR, jump in it, change the plates, tint it up, sk-sk-sk
Ayy

[Chorus: Lil Yee]
Heard the opps in the party, they don't wanna hear my song (They don't wanna hear it)
Ah-ah, DJ, cut it on (Go)
Take the traction off the Benz, third base, it's slidin' home (Slide, yeah)
Ah-ah, wonder why your b*tch go
I know n*ggas speakin' down on me, I already know
n*ggas keep on actin' like this sh*t ain't on the floor (Go)
First check I got from Nima, sh*t, I went and bought some poles (Yeah)
Second check I got from Ghazi, I went and bought a load (A piece)

[Verse 1: Lil Yee]
And I ain't been broke in a minute (Uh-uh)
Yeah, n*gga, I'm that rich n*gga spinnin' (Alright, go)
Ayy, n*ggas talkin', I don't get it (I don't get it, no)
Heard he had a little buzz, now he finished (That n*gga dead)
And that sh*t dried up, ain't no money down there
And them lil' foot soldiers ain't pumpin' no fear
Rappin' all them murders in your songs, who dead? (What the f*ck?)
Why you all on Instagram? b*tch, you tryna go fed (Police-ass n*gga)
I know n*ggas don't like me, so what? I don't care (I don't care)
I got stars in the ceiling, b*tch, I change the atmosphere (Go)
And I just made a killing off the gummy last year
On my way to the house, sh*t, I almost hit a deer
[Chorus: Lil Yee]
Heard the opps in the party, they don't wanna hear my song (They don't wanna hear it)
Ah-ah, DJ, cut it on (Go)
Take the traction off the Benz, third base, it's slidin' home (Slide, yeah)
Ah-ah, wonder why your b*tch go
I know n*ggas speakin' down on me, I already know
n*ggas keep on actin' like this sh*t ain't on the floor (Go)
First check I got from Nima, sh*t, I went and bought some poles (Yeah)
Second check I got from Ghazi, I went and bought a load (A piece)

[Verse 2: Lil Bean]
Rami on the beat, b*tch, I'm goin' off
Same n*gga by myself when it's four of y'all
If the police askin' questions, I don't know at all
Brother say he on a diet, just sipped a four raw
Think we in a marching band how we play with drumsticks
Took my n*ggas out the hood, we still on that dumb sh*t
This b*tch head so crazy, make a n*gga c*m quick
In my Nike jogging suit, you can see I run sh*t, yeah
I just made a couple thousand on a fluke again
All this water 'round my neck, I need some scuba gear
You can't let a n*gga trail you, gotta play your mirrors
I can see through all them smiles and them fake veneers
What I spend in a day what you make a year
b*tch hit off EDD and went and bought a rear
F&N on me now, who I gotta fear?
I can tell you what it is, but you gotta see it
[Chorus: Lil Yee]
Heard the opps in the party, they don't wanna hear my song (They don't wanna hear it)
Ah-ah, DJ, cut it on (Go)
Take the traction off the Benz, third base, it's slidin' home (Slide, yeah)
Ah-ah, wonder why your b*tch go
I know n*ggas speakin' down on me, I already know
n*ggas keep on actin' like this sh*t ain't on the floor (Go)
First check I got from Nima, sh*t, I went and bought some poles (Yeah)
Second check I got from Ghazi, I went and bought a load (A piece)