[Intro: Kristo]
Heh, hey (Fuck, fuck a calculator)
Fuck, fuck a calculator (Crashers)
Fuck, fuck a calculator (Party crashers)
Add it up (Fuck a party-p crasher)
Add it up, bitch
Yee, yee, yee (Fuck a p-p-p, p-p-p-p-party cra-sher)
Party crasher (Oww!)
[Verse 1: Kristo & A-Wolf]
Yeah, hella fresh, hella fresh
Cap letter F like I failed my test
Throw it in the deck, blowin' up the set
Yeah, the surf's up, bitch, so you know what to expect
[?] but you posers are reruns
Just tryna do everything that we done
Your girl probably lookin' for a refund
I could pull your chick while I'm lookin' like a beach bum
Yeah, I stay G'd up, bruh
Throwin' twenty-six inches on a beat-up Buck
Pretty young thing in the seat up front
A couple speaks in the back beatin' up the trunk, yeah
Alright, okay
Sun up to sun down, all night, all day, hey, hey
Fuck gettin' gn-gn-gnarly (Ahh)
Mayday, let's crash this party
[Verse 2: A-Wolf]
Uh, the party crasher, uh, the party crasher
Walkin' to your house like I'm trippin' off acid
Talkin' to your spouse like, "Where'd you find that shit?"
Too much material, so much plastic
And I'm real, a tad old-fashioned
Katy Perry feel with a Buddy Holly accent
Just a mash of Lupe and Asher
You kids are so damn last-year
Ha, toilet bowl full of new shit
Got Hollywood smellin' like sewage
Who is the-the-the coolest?
In the party, I gets the [?]
Ha, so I'ma wear it out
And surf on this motherfuckin' couch, how
Ha, ha, 'til I'ma wear it out
And tear the fuckin' roof off the house, go, go, go, go, go—
[Chorus: A-Wolf]
Party crashers
Party crashers (Yeahhh)
Party crashers
Party crashers (Yeahhh)
Party crashers (Yeahhh)
Party crashers (Yeahhh)
Party crashers
Party crashers (Yo, put your hands up, up, up)
[Verse 3: A-Wolf & Kristo]
La-di-da-di, we like to party
We don't cause trouble, we don't bother nobody
We're too fresh, the prototype
So when we rock up on the mic, we rock the mic right
For all of y'all, I'm keepin' this swell
Roll up in your house, take your liquor off your shelf
How cool, so fresh to death
You could tell by the hickeys on my neck, ha
You don't know what's in my cup, man
But honestly, I don't give a fuck
'Cause I'ma-I'ma-I'ma drink it up
One hand for the bird, other hand on my nuts
Yeah, I'm too cool for cool, mayne (Yep)
I'm so damn clutch (Ha)
First one to drink the Kool-Aid
I'ma turn the whole party up
My name's Kris and I came to get biz
Whole party jumpin' when they listenin' to this
I'm so fly like I'm even on a trip
Seen a couple hot chicks but they all got dibs
I'm leavin' on a jet plane
And I don't know where I'm goin' (Ha)
But I don't give a fuck, man, it's better than the bus
The temperature here's goin' up (Up, up, up...)
[Chorus: A-Wolf]
Party crashers
Party crashers
Party crashers
Party crashers (Yeahhh)
Party crashers
Party crashers (Yeah)
Party crashers (Yeah)
Party crashers (Yeahhhhhhhhhhh)
[Outro: A-Wolf & Kristo]
Roll up in your bottle (Yeah, yeah)
Crash that shit, ha-ha-ha (Hey)
Bottle of Bacardi (Bottle of Bacardi)
Swag on ten (My swag's on ten)
Party crashin' (Party), party crashin'
Party crashin' (Party), party crashin'
Party crashers (Party), party crashers (Party)
Party crashin' (Party), party crashers (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha) (Party crashers)
Who's swagged out right there?
Swag's on twenty-five (Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha, [?] here) (Yeahhhh)
In my old-school (Sing)
In my old-school, I'm—
Mami think I'm old-school
If 2012's an old school
How'd I wind up in my underwear-ear?
With filthy bottles everywhere-ere?
Are you kiddin'? (Are you kiddin'?)
Someone call me a cab (Someone call me a cab)
W-Where's my car? (W-Where's my car?)
What's your name again? (What's your name again?)
You wanna make out? (You wanna make out?)
It's cool—nah, it's totally cool (It's cool—nah, it's totally cool)
We can be friends (We can be friends)
