Welcome to the Party Lyrics

By | February 20, 2020
Welcome to the Party Lyrics:Welcome to the Party” is the track by ‘Pop Smoke‘ and the album is ‘Meet the Woo‘. Smoke & 808Melo are the writers of the song.
Song: Welcome to the Party
Artist: Pop Smoke
Album: Meet the Woo
Producer: 808Melo
Writer: Pop Smoke & 808Melo
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Welcome to the Party Lyrics

Welcome to the Party Lyrics

 

This is a Melo beat

Baby, welcome to the party

I’m off the Molly, the Xan, the lean

That’s why I’m movin’ retarded

(That’s why I’m movin’ retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party, uh

I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a ‘Rari

Baby, welcome to the party

Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)

Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)

One in the head (One in the head)

Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)

Baby, baby, don’t trip

Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)

‘Cause you could get hit


Don’t let that Henny in my system (Nah)

I catch a body, next day I forget it (Next day I forget it)

Nigga, Dread just caught a body (Nigga, Dread just caught a body)

And that’s on the gang, nigga, I was just with him, look

Free all my rilla niggas, all my villain niggas

All my killer niggas out the cage

Since a youngin, nigga, I been drillin’ niggas

Ma, I’m sorry I’m stuck up in my ways

Ain’t nobody ever gave me shit

With this big chip, I had to get paid

And it’s 10K to go on stage

And you know the treesh gettin’ laid


Baby, welcome to the party

I’m off the Molly, the Xan, the lean

That’s why I’m movin’ retarded

(That’s why I’m movin’ retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party, uh

I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a ‘Rari

Baby, welcome to the party

Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)

Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)

One in the head (One in the head)

Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)

Baby, baby, don’t trip

Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)

‘Cause you could get hit


It’s Big 092MLBOA (Uh), I make a call and it’s war

I bet I kick down the door, I bet I send him to the Lord, uh

Got a bad bitch from overseas

Got a 10 pack in my jeans, I’m in Manhattan in these stores, uh

Don’t try and run up on my V

I knock a nigga out his sneaks while I’m shellin’ down his V, uh

Double G for the tee

No Alicia, I got keys, don’t get your car Swiss cheese

Neno cooler then cooler, he still an ooter, he don’t settle for nothing, uh

Bluffin’, pussy boy, stop all that bluffin’

.380 hold a ruler, I know some niggas that’ll shoot you for nothing

Run, Ricky, yeah, he runnin’, run, Ricky, yeah he runnin’


Baby, welcome to the party

I’m off the Molly, the Xan, the lean

That’s why I’m movin’ retarded

(That’s why I’m movin’ retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party, uh

I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a ‘Rari

Baby, welcome to the party

Bitch, I’m a thot, get me lit (Get me lit)

Gun on my hip (Gun on my hip)

One in the head (One in the head)

Ten in the clip (Ten in the clip)

Baby, baby, don’t trip

Just lower your tone (Lower your tone)

‘Cause you could get hit

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