Yacht Party, Pt. 2 lyrics

[Intro: RTB MB]
This b*tch if you is not—, uh
RTB, n*gga, gang
Come on

[Chorus: RTB MB]
This a yacht party, get off this b*tch if you is not naughty
Paid three-hunnid for them sticks on yo' face, them is not Carti's
"Mrs. Officer, I'm really tryna f*ck," like a cop callin' me
On the road with that dog sh*t, n*gga, this is not Marley

[Verse 1: RTB MB]
Wock' in my cup with city girls, they finna act up
I ain't never had no overalls, but I'm strapped up
Need a b*tch like Serena 'cause she always got her racks up
Knock the apple out yo' head, you get to reachin' for this Macbook
Hit her from the back off a E, got her tracks took
Extendo out the strap big as f*ck, look like Shaq foot
I'm out in Houston lookin' for a Whitney, but not the crack look
Sick, brodie was a rat, and the chef got the trap cooked
I ain't pay cheese for the top, shе out in Bankhead
f*ck I look like beefin' with a ham? We ain't got thе same bread
Forgot my trench coat, then she squirted, I did the rain dance
I spilled some Wockesha on my new Amiris and got the same pants
Kells and Boogz smokin' on the opps just like Gangland
Woofin' on the 'net, and you ain't get no get back for yo' main mans
I'm rich as hell, so when she out with her n*gga, I make her change plans
I got all my hoes trained, they be in the same stance
Miami b*tch on the boat, she got her toes out
In L.A., it's like MMA 'cause the 'bows out
I get off the 'shrooms, I'm tryna see just what her soul about
I'm back to f*ckin' on the ratchet b*tches, where the bold mouth?
My n*ggas crazy, yeah, they Ludacris, I make 'em roll out
It's dinner time at the strip club, I brought a roll out
I see some n*ggas eyein' at the strip club, I brought the pole out
We be skatin', slidin' on the opps just like it's Roll Bounce
I'm fightin' felonies, huh? That's what you tellin' me?
Really think they tryna blackball 'cause they scared of me
sh*t hurt my pride when my mama said, "You failin' me"
Benji's on my mind, all these b*tches want is letter D
I'm in 8 Mile, feel like Eminem, he like Cheddar B
Bro on house arrest, but if I call, it make the teller beep
f*ck around and got stuck in L.A., now I'ma better me
I'm at Crazy Girls, f*ckin' with the b*tch who got the wettest P
b*tch, now lets get back to this party
I just busted in this b*tch, she said she late, but she ain’t tardy
Cap done told me, "Now we f*cked it up," I told him, "Go and charge me"
She got on her knees and sucked it up, I told her she a Barbie
[Bridge: RTB MB]
This a yacht party, n*gga
This a yacht party, n*gga
This a yacht party, n*gga
This a yacht party, n*gga
Yeah, this a yacht party

[Chorus: RTB MB]
This a yacht party, get off this b*tch if you is not naughty
Paid three-hunnid for them sticks on yo' face, them is not Carti's
"Mrs. Officer, I'm really tryna f*ck," like a cop callin' me
On the road with that dog sh*t, n*gga, this is not Marley
This a yacht party, get off this b*tch if you is not naughty
Paid three-hunnid for them sticks on yo' face, them is not Carti's
"Mrs. Officer, I'm really tryna f*ck," like a cop callin' me
On the road with that dog sh*t, n*gga, this is not Marley

[Verse 2: Skilla Baby]
Huh, me and Miles, ten bad hoes on a yacht
You know Skilla Baby keep him some bowls, come shop
You know I love seein' pretty white toes on a thot
Forty-two shots, Casamigos on the rocks, huh
Babygirl ass fat in that two-piece
Huh, she got a BBL, that's a new booty (Huh?)
That pus*y pretty call her Ms. Good Coochie (Huh?)
Let me f*ck you on the camera, make a movie
I wanna see that pus*y bust like a Uzi
Huh, baby, can you let me f*ck on the jet ski?
Huh, baby put me in her Close Friends, she messy
Huh, it's a yacht party
She like buffs, so I let her wear my Carti's
Baby gon' f*ck the party up, block party
Sign her to Good Coochie Records, she my artist
[Outro: Skilla Baby]
Huh?