Yeah…

Ay yeah yeah yeah…

Ay (Like we always do at this time nigga)

You know it ain’t nothin’ but a party
And Smoke came thru wit a zone
Lil freak came thru wit a potna
Now they tryna get it on (like that)
The big booty bitch went stupid
When the DJ was playin’ this song

And they ain’t gotta go home
But they know it’s goin’ down
When I pull up wit my niggas
She know that I’m the realest…

Straight up
Look
We got freaks in the living room
Gettin’ it on and
They ain’t leavin’ at all
They too involved
Pullin’ out toys, tryna fuck against the wall
Puffin’ quarter blunts, analyzing what I saw
Put her hands in her pants and she told me it was bald
If this ain’t living the life, then what’s it called?
Shit
You niggas buggin’ if you thought I wasn’t up to somethin’ (come on, man)
Got Frank Jordon jumpin’
Got Doobie Brovaz comin’
Now let the freaks come in, I’m smokin’ King Louie
Make that pussy sing, yo nigga can’t do a thing to me (not at all)
Justen Dollaz with the lens, it’s a clean movie (werk)
Now put this record on repeat and make it cream to me
I love them nasty girls around the world
Black, White, “Swirl”
I’m tryna see you touch ya pearl
And Rock is my witness (Huh!)
We make the best vibes
Bitch it’s Royal Fam Bidness

You know it ain’t nothin’ but a party
And Smoke came thru wit a zone (wit a zone)
Lil freak came thru wit a potna
Now they tryna get it on (you know the vibes)
The big booty bitch went stupid
When the DJ was playin’ this song

And they ain’t gotta go home
But they know it’s goin’ down
When I pull up wit my niggas
She know that I’m the realest…

Yeah (light up)
You know if I’m there
The smoke’s in the air
The smoke is so rare
The weed so strong it put a choke on a bear
White and gold bottles
The bag is colossal
Foreign and domestic
Black and White models
Bag of Louie 13th, pack of that Gelato
Got her sittin’ sideways with that ass horizontal
She a freak, love got it bad
And she know I’m fresh to death boy, body bags
Lookin’ like I got a bag
Off-White Odsys
All green pottery
Zkittlez in my bag, but it’s broccoli
Choosin’ from the door
Barely made it to the den
Me, I’m tryna chill it out
She just tryna get it in
I’m here to get high, maybe get a little bit
If you on what I’m on
We can do it real big
Real shit
And Tiz is my witness
We smoke the best gas
Bitch it’s Royal Fam Bidness, Ransom!

You know it ain’t nothin’ but a party
And Smoke came thru wit a zone
Lil freak came thru wit a potna
Now they tryna get it on
The big booty bitch went stupid
When the DJ was playin’ this song
And this King Louie blowin’ so strong (so strong)
We gon do this shit all night long
All night long till the mornin’, ay

Who’s smokin’ bud?
Will you
Roll some more? (you know I got you baby, bop on)

Who’s smokin’ bud?
Will you
Roll some more? (you know I got you baby…)

Uh, yeah…
Bop…
Bop on…

Beat It Up Like The Block Symphony Made It (yeah)