Party Over - Retch

Yo, I don’t be around niggas 'cause they tricky

In the 'jects, dirtbike and pop a wheelie, throwin' up my set

Roam with killers send 'em at your neck

Dome shots are goin', wear your fuckin' vest

Where he spotted, where he gettin' left

Bendin' corners, we just hit the left

The rest of life, I live without regrets

Know with cause is gon' come effects

These niggas bitches like a pair of breasts

I kill or die about my respect

Intentions foul, how we play with TECs

We got now, don’t give a fuck who next, huh, nigga

Somebody tell Alchemist let’s do a fuckin' tape

This for niggas wildin' out in front of section 8

Do it for niggas or the plug, but they ain’t pickin' up

Them niggas that are gon' bust their gun’ll get the bigger bucks

I stopped hangin' 'round with suckas 2014

That smack that I was gettin' from the Bronx brought more fiends

I fuck around get the stamp tatted

Think of brand new i8, I’ma matte black it

Uh, I’m back at it, 19, I made a rap classic

Shoutout Thelo, that’s my brother, nigga, no cappage

I talked to Triz the other day, he on the way out

It come August, yeah, them crackers lettin' K out

I can’t wait til' the gang back

Swear these pussy niggas gon' have to change where they bang at

Word to mami

This R8 tiptronic tryna work it properly

I hit her raw 'cause she was foreign, it was worth the body

You called my phone for enough, I still might serve you probably

I don’t bring- out the crib 'cause he might hurt somebody

When I was locked up, vowed the day that I come out

That I was gonna run this shit up til' it run out

We trap from nightfall 'til the sun out

Party ended 'cause somebody pulled the gun out