Lyrics Crash the Party. - ThatBoiAri

Fuck all that talk and let's do it
Nigga you not with the movement
All of my niggas go stupid
Bitch want me to fall for her, bitch you must think that you Cupid
That little boy not one for the action
Pull up on a nigga, we turn him to past tense
Running through bitches, when I'm done I be passing
Come test us if you think that we cappin'
My niggas wreak havoc, flyer than shit, I'm Aladdin
Mickey Mouse niggas they really be rattin'
Called me a singer, I'm back on my rapping
Y'all niggas lost, boy what happened
Pull up on a nigga, make him go ghost
I'm in this bitch, I'm rockin' the boat
Open your mouth, I'm deep in her throat
Nigga you mad, I'm stealing your hoe
Hop in the back of the big body 'burban
Boy I feel like a president
Copped a maybach, and I got it all black
Yes, it came with the windows tinted
Ari do this, and Ari do that
How do y'all know how I be living
Get in my car, and you know it's not rented
Up in the back, her head hitting the ceiling
My momma knew that her son was gifted
Boy I'm still (Steel) human, no cap, I'm not wearing no fitted
Make niggas go missing for hitting my mentions
Flow out of this world, it's in different dimensions
Yes I'm hitting your mistress
Said she a masochist, well come here and give your master a kiss

And I'm on the winning team
Know I stay stacking green
Man my niggas got a beam
Fuck what you say, I'm doing my thing

Pushing that "P" but no I'm not Gunna
Pull out the blick, he turn to a runna'
Niggas be hating and bragging bout hitting these bitches, like boy I was the first one to fuck her
I'm on the come up, niggas gon' run up
Said he want smoke, so I'm keeping my gun up
We gonna suit up
Nigga steady running his mouth, so I'm heating the bullet and cooking his noodle
I link with your bitch, she look excited
Tongue is all out, she look like a poodle
She slurping like noodles
Up on her face, I be painting and drawing like mothafuckin' doodles
Tell a bitch toodles
No I don't fuck these niggas, no I do not fuck with these culos
Me and Big Zay we getting this money
We eating and feasting, still chilling on Pluto
I do not fuck with these new hoes
I do not fuck with these bitches
Bitches just tryna' get riches
Up in my DM, she hitting my mentions
We the gang known to make niggas go missing
Hop in the party
My niggas come hitting and hitting and hitting and hitting and hitting