Yt Triz Gangsta Party Lyrics

[Instrumental]

[Chorus:]
Uh! My young n*gga he did hit me he did told he finna get a body
Told him hang up the phone on me and just don't call and tell nobody
Hit me back like n*gga come and get me I just did a robbery
Grab an empty pack of molly n*gga we gon going throw a gangsta rally
We don't give a f*ck... Light you up!
Damn tell'em come up, First n*gga get f*cked! Get bust!
You know us b*tch we don't give a f*ck!

[Verse 1:]
Topping going shooting everybody, n*gga we ain't even worried about it
All you lil n*gga's scared about it, young n*gga blowin' everybody
[Inaudible]
[?] live for, b*tch know I did though
Honies all on my dickies, honey real n*ggas with me
Imma pull up on fifty, top a [?] and I like fifty
Believe a n*gga till I Ripley's, illest n*gga in the city
You play [?] I ain't playing with you, you and everybody staying with you
Everybody gon' be laying with you, I ain't playing with you

[Chorus]

[Verse 2:]
YT [?] honey n*gga, I ain't you n*gga I ain't running with you Pull up on you how you want it n*gga, hope you got some f*ckin' money n*gga
Man sh*t! ass sh*t!
You a lil n*gga with a mac ten, soon pistol n*gga backed in
Louie linen what I'm wrapped in, honey round
Lay it down, supersonic n*gga write it down!
Silencer that b*tch don't make a sound
F*ck you round imma take you down, come in straight up out here Triz!
Do your head like some dishes, granted little n*gga wishes
Death wish, death! [?] Hhoo!

[Chorus:]
My young n*gga he did hit me he did told he finna get a body
Told him hang up the phone on me and just don't call and tell nobody
Hit me back like n*gga come and get me I just did a robbery
Grab an empty pack of molly n*gga we gon going throw a gangsta rally
We don't give a f*ck... Light you up!
Damn tell'em come up, First n*gga get f*cked! Get bust!
You know us b*tch we don't give a f*ck!
We don't give a f*ck... Light you up!
Damn tell'em come up, First n*gga get f*cked! Get bust!
You know us b*tch we don't give a f*ck!