[Intro]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, haha
Ron G, what's poppin' nigga?
WunTayk Timmy
Tayk Season
Yeah
[Verse]
Baby welcome to the party
Cleaning with me, yes lawdy
Ladder with me, Jeff Hardy
Turn a nigga Chef Boyardee
Boyardee, boy are these niggas sorry
We ain't gon' feed niggas are we?
Nah, leave niggas starving
Bitch I'm a thot, get me lit
Gun on my hip, one in the head
Another in every nigga that he with
Baby, baby don't trip
Don't go on my phone, you know what it is
I ain't never dream I'd be a killa
Went to sleep with my pistol in my pillow
Woke up, took my pistol to the shitter
Won't catch me slipping in my slippers
I can see it in the distance getting clearer
Life is flashing, think the end is getting nearer
Michael Jackson, this is it
Militia nigga slide clappin'
Like we listening to Thriller
I ain't cappin', I'm so different from these niggas
I am so different
Getting high from the bubble, I'm blisterin'
I cannot get in trouble, I'm innocent
Got a rock from the rubble and trip with hard
Trapped it, doubled it, tripled it
They surprised by how humble I'm giving it
I ain't teaching you nothing, I'm living it
Grab a mic and I'll rest when I'm rich with it
Baby welcome to the party
He think it sweet, not Harley
We got the meat like Arby's
Nigga need mine 'fore you're sorry
Still want a 512 Ferrari
In the state flying with a barbie
MC fly like I'm Marty
Bitches be quiet when I'm talkin'
Shh, she giving head on her knees
She said she can ride on her feet
I told that bitch I wanna see
Yeah y'all got the hoes
The money sound better to me
They won't settle with me
I might let up for cheap
But it's never for free
I done set up this beef
I want cheddar on top
Put a whole lot of sesame seeds
Yeah we getting bread on my block
I grew up on Sesame Street
You know I ain't never gon' stop
Nah we just want every piece
And if that's my nigga, then treat him like me
And bitch give him whatever he needs
I'ma hustle forever whenever in need
Yeah, I hit a flow like a rookie
She think I'm a sweater, I'm more like a hoodie
I'm playing a lil soccer what's goody?
I'm back on my bully still packing a fully
I ain't forgot I'm good lookin'
While having some beef I can hop in some pussy, I'm swimming away
Shoutout to my minimum wage gangsters, homie you still gettin' paid
Man out here just tryna get a dolla, hundred million ways
If I die just make sure my momma and all of my children are straight
I told her hey wait till tomorrow I just hope they don't kill me today
If they get it, I'll still be a great, my bitch got so much faith
That I feel bigger than the space between me and second place
Niggas getting ready for my wake and my funeral, shit set a date
I'll prolly show up hella late and have to hop Heaven gates
I'm right between F'n eights, I'm a motherfucking G
I just keep fucking up the streets, she just keep fucking up my sheets
I don't know none these niggas, gotta point 'em out baby, which one is he?
I done pissed 'em off and I done shitted on 'em, nigga this a number three
She gon' get a Brazilian, all these pussy niggas on this wax shit
It such a beautiful feeling how I put you niggas on this crack shit
Yeah one thing I love about dealing was I ain't have to worry about the tax shit
But now niggas wanna tax shit and I ain't gon' go for that shit
Nah nigga, welcome to the party
Boy you can cry, beg, and plead
We still gon' do it regardless
Yeah, yeah
Baby welcome to the party, yeah
The way that they chillin', I feel like this shit is alarming
Fucking welcome to the party
Bitch you will not see me sit
Nah, my lessons are shit
The fuck is a bed huh, nigga fuckin' the world, yeah
Baby, yeah, baby don't trip, you know what I'm on
Rest When I'm Rich, Tayk
[Outro]
I deserve a Grammy, a Oscar, and a Emmy
Clique Clan shit, best rapper alive, haha
