Party getting lit on a Tuesday,
April fool's day
Hit up the airport
My friend relay
Hit up a party
It's Friday
Someone get the beats pill,
Our parties have no chill
Show up and be real
On stage a couple hundred people turning up
Friday in the club
Some people call it fun
I call it "my life"
On a Friday night
I can get a clear sight,
Follow the light
Party on a Friday
Making money on a Saturday
Go no rest day
Pullin' up in a jeep
Walkin' up the stairs, white rails
Sauce me a glass
Fill it to the max
Actually I think I'm gonna pass
Our raps are clean,
Looking at the big screen
High on cloud nine
The girl over there is mine
Hair on fleek
Always room for more shine
It is about the time
Running late
Were Shade, got no shame
Got 35 inch blades,
We run the thing
Party on a Friday,
This is our day,
11:02, usin' the blue
It was a little cup of ?Inzgo?
?Mike Grathgo?
I wear big chains
No fake brains
Party on a Friday
Making money on a Saturday
Go no rest day
Pullin' up in a jeep
Walkin' up the stairs, white rails
Sauce me a glass
Fill it to the max
Actually I think I'm gonna pass
Real G hittin' up verse three
Shout out to Fifi
Lots of 4, on tour
Short of time
Cars in a line
Pulling up in a 'rari
I'm not sorry
Walk into the party
Breakin' the windows
It's too lit bro, YUP
Someone get the beats pill
Our parties have no chill
Show up and be real
Party on a Friday
Making money on a Saturday
Go no rest day
Pullin' up in a jeep
Walkin' up the stairs, white rails
Sauce me a glass
Fill it to the max
Actually I think I'm gonna pass
Hey Q, sauce me a glass!
Hey are those popos in the suburbs!
(Hey man, what's your problem?)