PARTYNEXTDOOR — THA FULLEST

[Verse 1] I put that ice on my crucifix and tonight I'm Christian I don't got exes, it's just ecstacy and that's all I'm missin' They say that I been gone too long and I'm movin' too distant Just so you know I only came for the check You can win a ring where you at, play it right Stripes like a ref, I don't need your respect Ain't too many kings when you thumbin' through the deck I don't touch a pen unless I'm signin' off a debt [Chorus] Oh, whole squad comin' up Whole hood comin' up Got the squad goin' up Got the neighborhood goin' up [Refrain] Yeah, fallback gang to the fuckin' fullest All my niggas eatin' to the fuckin' fullest Actin' like my dick, I'm the fuckin' fullest Attitude changed, I'm the fuckin' fullest Shout out to Kylie, shout to Miley I need a white bitch, not talking 'bout Molly I met her at Follies, but she out in Cali That pussy need Geico, I'm wreckin' up, damage I'm actin' a savage, my tongue in her ribs tho' I'm doin' my damn thang, I slip in her pinky hole Yeah Paralyzed to the bullshit, I don't feel none of y'all niggas Got me leaning in the pulpit shooting all of y’all niggas Yeah [Chorus] Whole squad comin' up Whole hood comin' up Got the squad goin' up Got the neighborhood goin' up [Verse 2] Yeah, alright Fuck all these basic bitches, I'm with Lira Galore I'm addicted to money and drugs, I need more, I need more, I need more Top floor Fountain Bleau I'ma have to have all freaky hoes and jewels Gucci on my head, a couple thousand for the view Bet she never knew that my papa was a jew Mazeltov Shaggy just pulled up with the baklava I was sittin' time on a Audemars Tyler's pulled up with the Dolly Parton I just spent the weekend in a Aston Martin (Facts) I just dropped the top like I'm Al Sharpton (Facts) Remix that Top still missin', I should put it on a carton Yellow thick bitch, livin' in the apartment I told my niggas holla at me if you havin' a problem We on the paper like commas and columns [?] it's gettin' hot up in the six RIP to Ethan, you forever will be missed Sunny ass beach where the bitches are better Steve Nash with the pass, Steve Nash with the assist Tonight I blew a rack to see your favorite's stripper strip And that's on Blood, on Blood, on Crip X on X, that's gang on bang OMO that OVO, that's gang on gang Four-five bitches, that's bang on gang [?] just a Molly that's X on ten Alright The rush for the fame, ain't the realest, know me Wrist too drippin' and my Cuban's stoney Can't play no games when they fake 'em for me Man it feels good, Tony! Toni! Toné! Man it feels good, Tony! Toni! Toné! They think you weak when you one and lonely But I got homes on homes, I got homies Ghostwrite that to the horse, my lil' pony Yessir My crew band, couple M's if I bet like woo Yeah [Chorus] Whole squad comin' up Whole hood comin' up Got the squad goin' up Got the neighborhood goin' up (Yeah, yeah) Oh-oh-oh [Refrain] Yeah, fallback gang to the fuckin' fullest All my niggas eatin' to the fuckin' fullest Actin' like my dick, I'm the fuckin' fullest Attitude changed, I'm the fuckin' fullest Shout out to Kylie, shout to Miley I need a white bitch, not talking 'bout Molly I met her at Follies, but she out in Cali That pussy need Geico, I'm wreckin' up, damage I'm actin' a savage, my tongue in her ribs tho' I'm doin' my damn thang, I slip in her pinky hole Paralyzed to the bullshit, I don't feel none of y'all niggas Got me livin' in a [?] still shootin' all of y'all niggas And it's all in the wrist like Ray Charles Jr Nobody's shit flyer than my bitch shit petunias In the black coupe and my bitch is in a Mercedes And I'm back to pimpin' more bitches than a Dalmatian [Outro] Yeah PX, Party