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welcome to the party (version excursion) - westwood & pop smoke lyrics

[intro: westwood & pop smoke]
t*t*t*two (what?)
t*t*t*two, westwood*wood
for all y’all suckers, yeah
traphouse mob
huh, roll another one, aha (westwood, hardest in the game, legends live forever, let’s get it)
said i’m never lackin’, always pistol packing
with them automatics, we gon’ send him to heaven (huh)
wait, wait, wait, wait, ayy, ayy, woo (aw, sh*t), huh (what do we say?)
oh, you feelin’ st*rdy, huh? (you feelin’ st*rdy, man)
shake some’, huh
shake it, huh, shake it, huh, shake it, huh (drill up)

[chorus: pop smoke]
she like the way that i dance
she like the way that i move
she like the way that i rock
she like the way that i woo
and she let it clap for a n*gga
(she let it clap for a n*gga)
and she throw it back for a n*gga
(yeah, she throw it back for a n*gga)
mike amiri, mike amiri
billie jean, billie jean (uh)
christian dior, dior
i’m up in all the stores
when it rains, it pours
she like the way i rrr (we turn it up)
mike amiri, mike amiri
billie jean, billie jean (uh)
christian dior, dior
i’m up in all the stores
when it rains, it pours
she like the way i rrr (what do we say?)
[verse: pop smoke]
when i walk in the spot (rrr), thirty on me
buy out the club, n*ggas know that i’m paid
b*tch, i’m a thot (turn up), get me lit
i can’t f*ck with these n*ggas ’cause n*ggas is g*y
all on my page suckin’ d*ck
all in my comments and screamin’ my name
while i’m in the club (look, look), throwin’ them hundreds and fifties and ones and ones (look, look)
pop smoke, they know i’m wildin’
if i’m on the island, i’m sn*tchin’ the cell
brody got locked, denied his bail (woo)
until he free, i’m raisin’ h*ll
tell my shooters call me facetime (woo)
for all the times we had to face time (face time)
free d*nice, he doin’ state time
if you need the glizzy (time), you could take mine (take mine)
please don’t come out your mouth, you know i’m like that
i’ll make a movie like tnt (grrt, baow)
glock*30 on me, ask who really want it
i bet i air it like bnb
nappy blue wildin’ in my section
and i keep that .38 for the weapon
remember when i came home from corrections (uh*huh)
all the bad b*tches in my direction (uh)

[chorus: pop smoke]
baby, welcome to the party, uh
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded)
baby, welcome to the party (grrt), uh
i hit the boy up and then i go skate in a ‘rari
baby, welcome to the party (grr)
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit (grrt, get me lit)
gun on my hip (boaw, gun on my hip)
one in the head (one in the head)
ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
baby (baby, baby, grrt, baby), baby, don’t trip
just lower your tone (lower your tone)
’cause you could get hit

[verse 1: pop smoke]
don’t let that henny in*

[interlude: westwood]
pull up
if you want to hear that again, somebody said, “pull up” (pull up)
we’re going back in!
pop smoke, westwood, welcome to the party, the version excursion!
[intro]
this is a melo beat

[chorus: pop smoke]
baby, welcome to the party, uh
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded (turn up)
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded)
baby, welcome to the party (grrt), uh
i hit the boy up and then i go skate in a ‘rari
baby, welcome to the party (grr ,let’s get it)
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit (grrt, get me lit)
gun on my hip (boaw, gun on my hip)
one in the head (one in the head)
ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
baby (baby, baby, grrt, baby), baby, don’t trip
just lower your tone (lower your tone)
’cause you could get hit

[verse 1: pop smoke]
don’t let that henny in my system (nah)
i catch a body, next day i forget it (next day i forget it, grrt)
n*gga, dread just caught a body (n*gga, dread just caught a body, boom)
and that’s on the gang, n*gga, i was just with him, look
free all my rilla n*ggas, all my villain n*ggas
all my k!ller n*ggas out the cage
since a youngin, n*gga, i been drillin’ n*ggas
ma, i’m sorry i’m stuck up in my ways
ain’t n0body ever gave me sh*t
with this big chip, i had to get paid
and it’s 10k to go on stage
and you know the treesh gettin’ laid

[chorus: pop smoke]
baby, welcome to the party, uh
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded)
baby, welcome to the party (grrt), uh
i hit the boy up and then i go skate in a ‘rari
baby, welcome to the party (grr we’re getting lit)
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit (grrt, get me lit)
gun on my hip (boaw, gun on my hip)
one in the head (one in the head)
ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
baby (baby, baby, grrt, baby), baby, don’t trip
just lower your tone (lower your tone)
’cause you could get hit

[verse 2: pop smoke]
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 b*tch 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 n*gga out his sneaks while i’m sh*llin’ 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’, p*ssy boy, stop all that bluffin’
.380 hold a ruler, i know some n*ggas that’ll shoot you for nothing
run, ricky, yeah, he runnin’, run, ricky, yeah he runnin’

[chorus: pop smoke]
baby, welcome to the party, uh
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded)
baby, welcome to the party (grrt), uh
i hit the boy up and then i go skate in a ‘rari (rari)
baby, welcome to the party (look)
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit (grrt, 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, baby, grrt, baby), baby, don’t trip
just lower your tone (lower your tone)
’cause you could get hit

[verse 3: nicki minaj]
it’s a mac, fact, i’m in the black ‘bach
we never lack, lack with that strap (ooh)
i’ma drive through but if you back, back
it’s gon’ clap clap and that’s that (ooh)
i never tap tap if i don’t like a ho
you act act like you like her though
never backtrack if i ain’t f*ckin’ with you
can’t sit with us but you might can go
all my pretty b*tches, high*saditty b*tches
got a milli’ b*tches on go (go)
all these silly b*tches, i’ma k!ll these b*tches
yo pop, who the f*ck want smoke? (brr)
keep*keep it real, you really mad
’cause your baby dad used to like me though (ooh)
i*i ain’t f*ck him ’cause i ain’t want him
told him, “take a hike like a hiker” though (ah)
fendi moon boots, size six
got me walking ’round like i’m michael though (yeah)
paint my hair ’cause i’m tyson (uh), jordan (jordan), angelo

[chorus 2: nicki minaj & pop smoke]
baby, welcome to the party (uh)
colorful weave and your makeup is beat
and that’s how you act just like a barbie
baby, welcome to the party
(uh, i hit the boy up then skate in a ‘rari)
he wanna party with barbie
baby, welcome to the party (brr)

[verse 4: skepta]
baby, welcome to the party (s*xy)
i got the ecs, the shrooms, the acid, yes, you can see i’m a savage (don’t try this at home, i’m a savage)
baby, welcome to the party (s*x)
she pulled up in a benz, she came with her friend
i told her meet my n*gga bari (gang)
i’m a villain, i’m feelin’ like carti
yeah, you see the ‘fit, i’ma die lit
i beat it, i buss and i dip
i told a witch stop following me
she stalkin’ me, she tryna ruin my trip
these n*ggas coming around, screamin’ “gang, gang”
i ain’t never seen you on the strip
never ever had the pebs in your mouth
never ever had a tool in the whip
had heavy metal like a bench press
it’s a waste of time sendin’ death threats
i got love letters i ain’t read yet (s*x)
the club close, we ain’t left yet
f*ck a dress code, we’re the best dressed (ice)
double rs in my headrest
asked her if she’s coming and she said yes (mmm)
that’s shopping sprees and the best s*x
you’re just a silly n*gga with your silly raps
snitchin’ on yourself in your verses
i was drivin’ home, saw the light was on
pull up on your girl for a service (s*x, s*x)
and when it’s showtime, they be takin’ money out their purses (shing)
it’s a hundred racks when i touch a stage, how could i ever get nervous?

[chorus: pop smoke]
baby, welcome to the party, uh
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded)
baby, welcome to the party (grrt), uh
i hit the boy up and then i go skate in a ‘rari
baby, welcome to the party (grr)
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit (grrt, get me lit)
gun on my hip (boaw, gun on my hip)
one in the head (one in the head)
ten in the clip (ten in the clip, the version excursion)
baby (baby, baby, grrt, baby), baby, don’t trip
just lower your tone (get lit, lower your tone)
’cause you could get hit (turn up)

[verse 5: russ millions]
honey, welcome to the party
drunk off henny, high off cali
that’s why i’m moving retarted (that’s why i’m moving retarted)
might pull up and lock arff the party (lock it)
gun on my hip, nine in the clip
tryna do him and his chargy (tryna do him and his chargy)
b*tch, you’re a wooky, give me neck
gun on my hip, leave holes in a pr*ck
i’m taking the p*ss
splash man down, nearly broke man’s wrist
make man swim in the field like fish
bad gyal suck up my demons quick
pawg, pawg like a pogo stick
russ with a russ, i’m a real cash earner
can’t size up rudeboy, you’re a worker
when i was young, went halves on burners
need a big mac, big thighs, no burger
turn up the case, but i wanted murder
russ and buni, the whole gang’s lurkin’
lurk on them when man’s not working
farm block gyal out the d*ck, man serve it
[?] when i step in the party
mb, russ step with a army
spliff hang out my mouth like a yardie (this is a melo beat)
i get eyes and winks from the barbies
shawty, shawty tek’ time
wrapped up once, she know i get mine
taze, my bro, my k!lly, my slime (this is a melo beat)
we ran them down a million times

[verse 6: k*trap]
baby, welcome to the teahouse
i got the press, rex, ricky, lake [?] the weed out
seen some sh*t i never speak ’bout
got my k!lly on speed dial, who’ll bring out the four on the rebound, hm
my plug just sent me a nude, brick [?] with nothing on it
i still feel his touch if i’m being honest
cool, i got it, give me them ice [?], watch me lock it
brick or budge in the [?], i fill [?] with his chocolate
shot coolar, shot me for corners
benza came in a proper normous
count that up then [?]
check my call, it’s him with gang, so he came and got extorted
first show live, i brought it live, promoter, i don’t even need escortin’
anten with the chips and portions
[?], who’s both was scorin’ (brr)
camped outside, i’m tired, i’m yawnin’
oh sh*t, ‘course i talk for the 32*spins, can’t ring no caller (this is a melo beat)
push that corner, [?] change, then [?]

[chorus 3: abra cadabra]
baby, welcome to the party (shots)
i’m off the cali, the realy, the nefew
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded), uh
baby, welcome to the party (shots)
down in the opps, that was friend that just barked it
(that was friend that just barked it), phew
b*tch, i’m a flow (yes) and you knew it (shot, shot)
rounds ’round my hip (shot, shot)
paste and then cl!ck (get, get)
don’t get yourself deep (gang, baby)
but being a [?] (but being a [?])
and she givin’ out breesh (she givin’ out breesh)
she could be a sis (get)

[verse 7: abra cadabra]
oh yeah, i wear that ’round my system (nah)
i get up close if i wanna bang it from [?] (grr, boaw)
the whole of others have victims (nah)
all of them scattered when we pulled up with the big ting
(when we pulled up with the big ting)
free all my youngin’ n*ggas that was drillin’ n*ggas, that was putting n*ggas in the noose (shots)
if we see the n*ggas, we be stabbin’ n*ggas, we gon’ do this sh*t [?] (brr, boaw)

[chorus 4: headie one]
i was dead brass, badding up cats
‘cah i got shorted by thirty p
bad b give hat, ‘cah i’m in hats
and i just blew about thirty gs
finesse up the works then leave
that blade was black, now it’s burgundy
now i got blood on my burberry
crep, trackie and bally, i burnt all three
i was dead brass, badding up cats
‘cah i got shorted by thirty p
bad b give hat, ‘cah i’m in hats
and i just blew about thirty gs
finesse up the works then leave
that blade was black, now it’s burgundy
now i got blood on my burberry
crep, trackie and bally, i burnt all three

[verse 8: headie one]
i used to pray for a change
until i had dirty knees
fresh home and it made me a change
for the press i provide for them dirty fiends
heard these opps want to murder me
four long come wedge like hercules
done out this batch, come back proper
i ain’t trying to burn two whips this week
two opp blocks, both got taped
gang done burnt two pr*cks that week
feltham days, opps got weighed
done it like a two and a blue of each
but then these strips ain’t new to me
what you know about a q on a*, q on a*
10 on the m, straight to the town
that’s everybody getting food for free
half a b, get it, stretch it
i don’t really care about gluten free
halve that dots, metal, pebbles
tryna turn man to a human tree
wap get locked but my corn [?] ting
so i could have put a few in my cuban link
make sure the opps can’t come ’round here
like i ain’t tryna let them see p*b*rty

[chorus: pop smoke]
[chorus: pop smoke]
baby, welcome to the party, uh
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded)
baby, welcome to the party (grrt), uh
i hit the boy up and then i go skate in a ‘rari
baby, welcome to the party (grr)
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit (grrt, get me lit)
gun on my hip (boaw, gun on my hip)
one in the head (one in the head)
ten in the clip (ten in the clip)
baby (baby, baby, grrt, baby), baby, don’t trip
just lower your tone (lower your tone)
’cause you could get hit
don’t let the he*

[chorus 5: don andre]
baby, welcome to the party
couple scamma, couple clasha, couple dee, like
ain’t that a party with yachty, ah?
baby, welcome to the party
met the judge, no mate, i’m sure no can weaken party
baby, welcome to the party
ecstasy, i pop, da we da lit (da we da lit)
gyal in my strip (gyal in my strip)
con da pa ip (con da pa ip)
posh got extra clip, huh
eu boy (eu, boy)
watch where you step (watch where you step)
15 on crep (15 on crep)
you don’t want to get hit

[verse 9: don andre]
don’t let the white run in my system, ah
if i go pull up on ya’ blud, then they gon’ be a victim, ah (gon’ be a victim)
my thousand girlfriend a body? ah
jail up a boy then smoke, will not tell a body, ah (not tell a body), ooh, ooh, ooh
feds got me on the keys, so gotta watch my ways
persecutor tryna bird me for days
them boy lips looks like chains to them gang
but them feds don’t want see man on stage
when [?] never fronk up, man back in town
i had to long fit the crown
i stay swagged out in fendi
even them gyal a prewe

[chorus 5: don andre]
baby, welcome to the party
couple scamma, couple clasha, couple dee, like
ain’t that a party with yachty
baby, welcome to the party
met the judge, no mate, i’m sure no can weaken party
baby, welcome to the party
ecstasy, i pop, da we da lit (da we da lit)
gyal in my strip (gyal in my strip)
con da pa ip (con da pa ip)
posh got extra clip, huh
eu boy (eu, boy)
watch where you step (watch where you step)
15 on crep (15 on crep)
you don’t want to get hit (this is a melo beat)

[intro 2: clavish]
baby, welcome to the trenches
you know we got corn for days for n*ggas that think they’re sittin’ on fences
baby, welcome to the trenchesx

[chorus 6: clavish]
how you rap ’bout nines and boxes? yo, when you’re baitly flippin’ a quarter (how?)
how you act like you got gang on ropes when we’re baitly still on that corner? (wow)
you can’t be knee deep in and roll round with an informer
how you let homeboy rap ’bout trap and broski’s broke? that’s out of order
how you rap ’bout nines and boxes? yo, when you’re baitly flippin’ a quarter (how?)
how you act like you got gang on ropes when we’re baitly still on that corner? (wow)
you can’t be knee deep in and roll round with an informer
how you let homeboy rap ’bout trap and broski’s broke? that’s out of order

[verse 10: clavish]
out of order, out of order
still need b*tter, not flora (flora)
me and bro mash h*lla work, shopping sprees, still bring my boarer (ching)
just blew feds in the a3, thought i was baitly whippin’ a corsa (skrr, skrr)
she’s naughty, swallow it all up now she’s baby sittin’ my daughter
all this snow, i can make my wrist rain and buy somethin’ that sounds like thunder (boom)
sweet ones make it clear, they just want me in their bumper (clearly)
i don’t even need their number (nope)
still got a samsung jumpin’
my top off*white, mum knows i do the exact same thing as my jumper (get it?)
the smoke’s in broski’s pouch, i ain’t talkin’ ’bout no cali bud (nope)
this lv drip make hoes wanna suck man like capri sun (slurp, slurp, slurp, slurp)
just robbed like half a box, that’s eighteen z’s for the price of none
balmain top to wear like once (‘kay)

[chorus: pop smoke & french montana]
baby, welcome to the party, uh
i’m off the molly, the xan, the lean
that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded
(that’s why i’m movin’ r*t*rded, we’re going back in, version excursion)
baby, welcome to the party (grrt), uh
i hit the boy up and then i go skate in a ‘rari (come on, get me lit, get me turnt)
baby, welcome to the party (grr)
b*tch, i’m a thot, get me lit (grrt, get me lit)
gun on my hip (boaw, gun on my hip)
one in the head (one in the head)
ten in the clip (ten in the clip, welcome to the party)
baby, baby, don’t trip (montana!)
just lower your tone (lower your tone, pop smoke! ayy)
’cause you could get hit

[bridge: westwood]
before we say*

[verse 11: french montana]
welcome to the party (hahh)
free gs9, free rowdy and bobby (hahh)
i just sniped a swedish b*tch, had her yelling “free rocky” (hahh)
f*ck the spirits, catch the body (hahh)
free tay k, free max
circoc deal was a robbery
call me french vanilla papi
big boats, no lil yachty
take off with the set like cardi (okurrr)
i got these b*tches confused, steve harvey (hahh)
she like where the moneybagg yo?
b*tch, i am yo gotti
i get paid like the promoter
new york city on my shoulders
got no sense like i’m 50
ballin’ (ballin!) like i’m jimmy
when they shot me, i got skinny
now i’m way up drinking remy
talkin’ n.y., don’t be silly
n*gga, run the city (montana!)

[verse 12: dave east]
feds got it hot on the strip (on the strip)
they know that i’m crip (they know that i’m crip)
they know that i’m rolling (rolling)
they know what it is (what’s up?)
crazy (crazy)
brand*new mercedes, i jump out and flip (skrrt)
if i look in her eyes, don’t be surprised if i jump out your b*tch
sippin’ rosé, me and rozay (rozay)
feel like oj, ’bout to catch me a body
grams in my pocket, was stuck in the lobby
thinkin’ ’bout if i could fit a bugatti
in the ‘jects, it was just me and lotti (lotti)
up four days off of molly (molly)
you was thinkin’ welcome to the party (uh)
we was thinkin’ welcome to this robbery
any problems, n*ggas on your body
how you tryna be tekashi?
thinkin’ ’bout how he did shotti (uh)
kairi gotta eat, so i keep me a piece
lately, been feelin’ like gotti (that’s all)
this sh*t is hot, my n*gga, don’t wait in the lobby (no)
talkin’ to god, i pray that you try me (i pray)
n*gga, welcome to this robbery (welcome)
take off your watch, your chain, your ring (everything)
this 40’ll clear your apartment (grrah)
n*gga, we starvin’, kidnap your main squeeze while she joggin’ (come here)
n*gga, them state greens turn you monster
i was like eighteen gettin’ sponsored
i look like hd when i walk in, f*ck is you talkin’?

[verse 13: kiing shooter]
baby, welcome to the bridge (uh*huh)
i keep a gun when i just be chillin’, my n*gga, it is what it is (get it)
baby, welcome to the bridge
where you can get shot for playin’ both sides, my n*gga, it is what it is
you say i’m an opp, get me hit (get me hit)
come spin this sh*t (come spin this sh*t)
i bet you get shot (i bet you get shot)
whoever you with (you and that b*tch)
listen (please)
i’ll be f*ckin’ your b*tch (i’ll be f*ckin’ that dog, this is a melo beat)
and when she not lookin’ (and when she not lookin’)
i’ll be slappin’ your kid (hah)

[outro: westwood]
d*mn, that’s where we get in, the version excursion
make sure you check out westwood capital x every sat*rday night seven to eleven
youtube.com/timwestwoodtv
soundcloud.com/timwestwood
mixlab.com/timwestwood
all that good sh*t, that’s the way we get it, baby
version excursion, get me lit, welcome to the party

- westwood pop smoke lyrics

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