Garden Party

Ayy, check it out We havin' a party in the garden tonight Ladies get in free Well, as long as you don't stop dancing with the guy If you like look behind and you're like, oh, this, this nigga Yeah, I get it (yes, yes, yes, he is) But that's my homie though, that's my mans So like, dance with him 'Cause he was first chair in high school So respect him (yeah, look) You know the vibes, you know my tribe Instruments, you know it's live When I turn up, I don't enter the place Without 'em (saxophone, ching) When I show up, the place gets real colossal (talk about it) It's like la-di-da-di, I like to party (uh) Like to kick back (yeah) with a shawty But this the night of the battle of the bands Slash crump battle slash twerk dance Slash rap battle slash call all my dogs Heh, you better get on this song 'Cause it look like stomp like the yard in the garden Battle of the bands, we starting Here all night, they won't leave We all vibe and we sing, like Look, uh Almond-soft skin, her ass fat Awkward walk wobbling, wopty-wop Draggin' a wagon, I park, sparked up the doobie in my pocket How my dogs walking theyself? Barking and catchin' coffins Party, party, pour me a shot, if I shoot the sheriff Would you call me in the morning? Rest in fruit of my loins You love me? Lady, you lying, this little light of mine I let it shine but like a dynamite I been high as heaven, drunk as hell but don't fly right Seeing tie-dye colors and side-eye cover with shades from the sideline Say goodbye (bye), in my shaky life I try to stabilize Crazy times, I gotta pray to God, but he don't say nothing I think it look like stomp like the yard in the garden Battle of the bands, we starting up Here all night, they won't leave We all vibe and we sing, like Pass the casamigo reposado, taking shots in the garden It's starting to get hotter without heating lamp See, now we be amped up, when it's time to plant our seeds Off in the bushes, got 'em gushin' like a hydroponic system And I would love to listen to you breathe in my ear As we make sweet love under the trees My dearly beloved, clearly nobody can come between This man and his woman, fit just like a hand inside a glove When I'm stuffing all this lovin' in your oven Hot tub Tony, I'm sucker-free and still bubblin' They left it up to me so I keep this motherfucker bumpin' A lil' somethin'-somethin' 'Cause it look like stomp like the yard in the garden Battle of the bands, we starting Here all night, they won't leave We all vibe and we sing, like Girl, you're hot like Sunday I get like you one day Finna take you high, yeah Girl, your one desire