OG Maco, JID - Who Came To Party lyrics

Oh what a massacre
Like Jason, Michael, Freddy
And Idi Amin after ya civil syllable war
Niggas should’ve been prepped before
Forthcoming about your weakness
'Cause now I’m feastin' on
Fetus and bitch-slapping nonbelievers
It’s the god motherfucker
They running like Gail Devers
With rocket powered Adidas
From features including now
Secretly half coward
And cowering from a foul
I’m like Cheddar Bob's revolver
Go off at the slightest broad
Fuck the humble facade, part of two
I’m Gorilla Grodd
Or Luther, blast on intruders
Break mouths to silence the vows
I vowed to remain silent and
Beat a nigga like Rocky
My creed is this constant credence 'cause
Niggas thought they could beat it
Well I been feeling murderous
Deadin' tracks and murking shit
Niggas didn’t notice then, backing when
Still ain’t never backing down
Never feared men, only he that made them
Turn around and made me
Look at God's masterpiece
I mastered beats and the streets
Brought some light to the meek and
Good dick to a freak
And some food to the table for
My whole team to eat up
Fucking feast, more plates than the damn DMV
They say, "Damn y’all so greedy"
'Cause it ain’t too many seats
I be damned if I give a damn
We gon' flood the streets they build a damn
Blow that fucker down soon as the track leak
Back on my old mackery
Order them hoes a daiquiri
Tell them hoes matter factly that
It’s all on me
Brought JID for the assist like
Chris Paul and Blake Griff'
Bake balls and cheap spliffs
Don’t shape shift a silent nigga till I RIP

Now who came to party, got the 'gars split
And we rocking the crowd
Some nigga might get hit
And yo bitch say we dope so
This is that dope shit
Now who came to party, who came to party?
Who came to party, got the 'gars split
And we rocking the crowd
Some nigga might get hit
And yo bitch say we dope so
This is that dope shit
Now who came to party, who came to party?

One dollar dang, one dollar dang
Young enter the frame like Billy D
I can fuck your grandmamma out her teeth
Lay her on that posturepedic
Cream-pie, ooh said she proud of me
That's sick as shit, my flow is equivalent
Just painting a mental picture, picture this
The villages overthrowing the tyrants
Skulls to concrete, iron sharpening iron
Sharpen a shank for your enemies
Stab a nigga with sympathy, tip (Uh ohh)
I’m just tryna fit the bill
So what you wan’ hear you wan’ say
I sure ain’t got killed
When them shots squealed
Like they Wanye, them boys to men
They remain gangster
And y’all asking for claps and thank you
When them niggas on the block
Strapped to their ankles
He’s a monster, blowing all types of ganja
And they campaign strong so
Who wants a sponsor?
Dome shot a nigga like who wants lasagna?
Who wants a nuisance with a few guns
And the coupons and the food stamps
Never had a job, never do nothin’
Nigga shoot time
Bust in your crib and lay you down
While you watching TV on the futon
Like ooh ah, I'mma need that
Take the money where the weed at
Take the what? Leave the what?
Get your girl, I don’t need her bruh
Except when I’m hitting it doggy style
Giving that bitch the finger butt
Spillage Village on the money hunt
Stack chips, Pringled up
Nigga had dreams of counting money
Till my fingers cut
But that’s, but that’s what’s up

Now who came to party, got the 'gars split
And we rocking the crowd
Some nigga might get hit
And yo bitch say we dope so
This is that dope shit
Now who came to party, who came to party?
Who came to party, got the 'gars split
And we rocking the crowd
Some nigga might get hit
And yo bitch say we dope so
This is that dope shit
Now who came to party, who came to party?