Garden Party (feat. Big Boi & JID)

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