Party Favors

(专辑： Ambaum - 2016)

Waking up around 10
Laying up in my bed
Watch Forest Gump again thinking fuck my friends
Swear I'll never ever get that drunk again
But they hit my phone like how you finna doing
Just some out of pocket adolescents
Easily influenced by the trap drums and a fat sack
Watching ass jump tryna grab that
But I never do shit I just take it and sit
But them kids who ain't shit and we plotting our licks like
Damn this a nice house, yo, film laptop with a cash yo
My karma trash but I'm never tripping, we got bills to pay
Dude get out ya feeling's
That's life style from the broken rapping
Nothing happens how it's supposed to happen
Coast is clear and my folk's is laughing
Neighborhoods we don't know whats cracking
All my friends is disrespectful, people fucking in the next room
Got some condoms, they won't get used
In the kitchen, checking twitter
All I got is one life to live, so, I might as well make a move
Honey dipped just like 5 of them
So I slide my ass cross the room
It's going better than I thought it would, so I asked to dance
She like "Nah, I'm good"
So It's back to back, I'm passed out again
This cycle never ever gonna end
It's like (ayy)

And you know my name, and I know yours too
Kids from around my way, better come right through and
And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk
We can never get enough right (ayyy) and
And you know my name, and I know yours too
Kids from around my way, better come right through
And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk
We can never get enough right

Roll up like what's good
I'm fucked up in your hood, my dick out my chinos
I'm screaming "Bitch keep those"
Post prefix with a bad bitch in it
We ain't really friends but they won't know the difference
Saying sky is the limit, getting top in a civic
Thinking biggie be so proud, finna get it, get it, get it
To the function where the wild are
And we bopping all they shit (they shit)
Flip skimpy sacks for they daddy's racks
And they think we friends but fuck no
I been rolling something, sparking up
Ashing on they carpet rugs
Passing out them sparse ass nugs
And they still gon' say that I'm the plug
Like oh my god, I swear this shit too easy
Eat pesto out your fucking fridge
Like say something bitch eat me
I've been singing, I've been wiling
Bump Sean Kingston at your party
Beautiful girls all around me, girl who owns this crib is crying
But I couldn't care less, broke, hungry, careless
And this world ain't fair yet, so it's do-or-die I guess
I'm the villain, spilling drinks on your futon
Screaming "bill me," taking selfies with your puppy
Before we leave will all your money
Singing (ayy)

And you know my name, and I know yours too
Kids from around my way, better come right through and
And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk
We can never get enough right (ayy) and
And you know my name, and I know yours too
Kids from around my way, better come right through
And we doing better be that love, party favors in the trunk
We can never get enough right