Lyrics party popper (feat. funeral) - ex-tremities

Slaughter everybody in this bitch like its no Russian yuh
Blood up in my cup I do not sip no Robitussin yuh
If you wanna die just say that shit and please stop fussin yuh
Just please stop fussin yuh

Dexter Morgan I aint talkin bout no laboratory
If we sliding to ya party then we finna leave it gory
Yeah we finna leave it gory
Leave yo blood up on the wall
If you need a nigga leakin from the head know who to call
Catch a body at the mall, change his color watch him fall
Why you even take that Hi-Point out your waist that shit too small
Six foot tall, but his height can get inverted
You just took a hollow to the chest
I know it hurted
Watch how yo ass speak
I dont like how that shit was worded
Nah I dont like how you worded shit
You better fix ya grammar
Smith and Wesson 357
Finna hit you with the hammer
Dump a body dont get caught
I cannot end up in the slammer

Bitch I'm on my own
Nah I never need no help from anybody
If I walk up in ya party then I'm finna catch a body
Shit its 12 gauge buckshot
Get mangled with this shotty
Think I took a lil too much
Shit my vision getting spotty
Bitch I'm on my own
Nah I never need no help from anybody
If I walk up in ya party then I'm finna catch a body
Shit its 12 gauge buckshot
Get mangled with this shotty
Think I took a lil too much
Shit my vision getting spotty

Lately I been living my life pissed off
My neck frozen Kristoff
I just got yo bitch up on my dick, and she wont get off
Off a three-five of the shrooms
Bitch im on the moon
Get hit up with this BFG, its finna spell yo Doom

I'm like young Osama
I get to this paper
My choppa spit like a llama
Better watch yo head
My hollow go right thru yo partna
Crash the whip, no parking
Please look in my head
I swear that all I see is darkness

All I see is evil, new strap, legal
New strap, bomb on the chest, yeah I'm lethal
I might spin again and turn this hoe into a sequel
You know you below me pussy we was never equal

5.56 spleen, hoe
One to the chest. now he dead
But it's clean tho
Watch how he lean tho
I'ma warlord like my name Yung Lean tho
I walk in the shadows
If you see me, don't speak hoe

Now he can't say shit
Ak wood grip
Arterty, throat slit
Now he where the ghosts is
If I walk into the function
I'ma get em both hit
If I walk into the party
I ain't got emotions
If I walk into the function
I'ma get em both hit
If I walk into the party
I ain't got emotions
If I walk into the party
I'ma get em both hit
If I walk into the function
I'ma get em both hit

Slaughter everybody in this bitch like its no Russian yuh
Blood up in my cup I do not sip no Robitussin yuh
If you wanna die just say that shit and please stop fussin yuh
Please stop fussin yuh, please just stop the fussin

We all gon end up in the Earth
But you gon do it first
Call up funeral he finna send yo ass home in a hearse
Multi-Colored tips up in this bitch
My clip is real diverse
If the police pull me over ditch the strap inside her purse
Glock be talking to me, just gave it a body
But I think it want some more
We just pulled off from yo party all shots hit that's 4 for 4
I my dismember your body, they wont see you anymore
Big ass straps up in the back
It look like we might go to war

Slug fuck up his face and now he unidentifiable
Brody upped a Hi-Point too bad that shit aint reliable
Pockets gettin sizable
Dump a nigga, Hide-able
Circumstantial evidence nah it aint verifiable