Lyrics Just for Show: Reloaded (feat. A.J., Lil Squeaky, LVN Filo & Yung Tegga) - Lil Mosquito Disease

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah (party on the weekend just for show)

I've been smoking pussy through the door now
Getting with a virgin she a whore now
Party going crazy hit the floor yeah
Party going crazy hit the motherfucking floor

I've been smoking pussy through the door now
Getting with a virgin she a whore now
Party going crazy hit the floor yeah
Imma fuck her good straight through the door yeah
Trapping in a Benz and you know
We ain't gonna stop we just go
Skrrt around the city with my bros
Party on the weekend just for show

I ain't boutta fall off
You know the Flex Gang is on top
Flashbacks of when I didn't have shit
And I wasn't making hits
Fast forward bout a year and got them bust downs on my wrist
Yeah I'm blowin' up, and she go down
Smoking OG kush with the hoes now
There some niggas think they drippin think we gon drown
They don't know us, we ain't fuck with those clowns
Everybody shower me in praise for my leaked shit
Imagine what the fans gon' say when I release it
Flexing till I die, niggas wishing they could be this
Blood falling off, got their names on the C list

I've been smoking pussy through the door now
Getting with a virgin she a whore now
Party going crazy hit the floor yeah
Imma fuck her good straight through the door yeah
Trapping in a Benz and you know
We ain't gonna stop we just go
Skrrt around the city with my bros
Party on the weekend just for show

Pull up and my diamonds shine they wetter than the coast (ice)
We smoke some pipe, we getting high so if I jump I float (yeah)
Yeah, yeah you got money I got more (alright)
They say that you are what you eat bitch all I eat is goat (it's lit)
Ice shine (shine), Bright blind (alright)
I pop a perk and I'm feeling fine
I got rubies on wrist like I'm bleeding ice
Pull up I fuck on bitch cuz I'm feeling nice
Bitch I'll be making them waves like a file type
Look up you can't see me cuz I'm a mile high
You mess with A.J. your gon' get trial by
Fire yeah bitch I'm on fire, Make heat like a lighter
You cappin' you lying, Lil bitch just stop trying
Bitch I got an uzi, You working on dying (yeah)
You gonna be losing, And Imma keep rising (yeah)
A.J. what you doing, I'm working on music
Yea bitch I'm producing, Don't mess with my ruling
If you wanna mess with my gang you be fooling
If you wanna mess with my gang you'll get bruises

Pull up and my diamonds shine they wetter than the coast (ice)
We smoke some pipe we getting high so if I jump I float
Yeah, yeah you got money I got more
They say that you are what you eat bitch all I eat is goat yeah (it's lit)

I've been smoking crack with the bitches now (yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
Got a bad bitch she pull her britches down (On God)
640 on my wrist, you know I can't relate (boom, boom, boom, boom)
You broke bitches go ahead try to fuckin hate (yuh)
Pull up on your block with a Glock and shotgun and lay you on the carpet
Got your bitch suckin' my dick, yeah she munching on that carpet
Run up me in the car, yeah she riding on this car dick
And your bitch is so smelly, yeah she smelled like she farted
That hoe so special, she might be retarded
You can't stop the Flex Gang, yeah we just getting started
You might have to go, back to school, just to get re-smarted
Like I'm Kid Floral, yeah I just got restarted

Trapping in a Benz and you know
We ain't gonna stop we just go
Trapping in a Benz and you know
Ooh, aah, aah, aaa-aaa-aah
We ain't gonna stop now
We ain't gonna stop now
Moving forward, don't look back, ahh
We ain't looking back' now
Trapping in a Benz and you know
We ain't gonna stop we just go
Skrrt around the city with my bros
Party on the weekend just for show