HOUSE PARTY lyrics

[Intro: RMC Mike]
How y'all trippin' with that stick, let's have a house party
And I got a new b*tch, let's have a house party
Yeah
Hey, got a couple zips inside my house party, huh
Chris pulled up with the stick, let's have a house party
Hey, n*gga b*tch, let's have a house party

[Verse 1: RMC Mike]
I got ten hoes in here, let's have a house party
I got ten hoes who weigh it, let's have a ounce party
I might slide past the vest and then drop forty
Pull up on a n*gga and his b*tch, I'm finna drop shorty
Kill a n*gga in all white, I'm finna Scott Storch him
Shoot his ass in his small intestine, he gon' drop shortly
n*gga thought I went to Northwestern, I resided at Norton
Shoot a n*gga in my school shirt, it's a Viking bustin'
Got a super kick on it like Shawn Michaels comin'
Boy, I got a bad b*tch at home, I don't like your woman
n*ggas talkin' crazy out they mouth, that mini micro comin'
And I got a 40 M&P with a silencer on it

[Verse 2: Rio Da Yung OG]
Came out the back out with K, they thought Mike as lonely
And I'm ridin' 'round with two Glocks with no license for 'em
But I'll put these b*tches down and try to fight your uncle
Beat his old ass, he thought Holyfield or Tyson jumped him
n*gga tried to get the ups on me, ain't know my knife was on me
Had to cut this pus*y n*gga up right in front my mama
I went to church one Sunday just to serve the preacher
Then I caught a sale at the store, then caught my gurb in Beecher
I take my four-five to school, it's finna burn my teacher
Gas station damn near blew up when I burnt my reefer
[Verse 3: RMC Mike]
Swear to God all my fiends love me, I be servin' ether
And I bring that sh*t to your front door like I'm servin' pizza

[Verse 4: Rio Da Yung OG]
b*tch, let's have a house party
Mike just rolled a whole zip, let's have an ounce party
Chris brought the K out and shot up a house party
Got some hoes tryna dip, I need an ounce of molly
Just poured a four of thin out 'cause I don't like Quali'
Just stripped a n*gga to his drawers, I feel like Quanny
Just had to choke my b*tch out, I feel like Tommy
I damn near raised you lil' n*ggas, I shoulda hit your mama

[Verse 5: RMC Mike]
I'll pop a Percocet, I don't like molly
I'll drink some MGB, I don't like Watson
I'll punch these cards up, but I don't like swipin'
And I made your b*tch hit the road, I don't like drivin'
I can never keep a b*tch 'cause I don't like lyin'
Cut that b*tch off after I hit her like five times
We be smokin' on some Cookie that's on high time
I'll settle for some real cherry, I don't like pine