[Hook: P-Stunna]
Chillin at home, I'm trynna turn up
Uoeno you bout to learn up
You ain't got a thing to do hardly
So come over and let's make this a party
[Verse One: P-Stunna]
Call up my boy and he bout to bring the drinks
Of course we get crunk, this the south, what you think?
Crank up the speakers, dude we got like five subs
My driveway packed and they all on dubs
Imma tell you right now dude, we may be in the hood
But I run this city so my dude it's all good
New Js, Gucci belt, yo I'm looking fly
Everybody up in here, even yo girl dropping by
Tell her bring her friends, and her friends can bring they friends
Who even needs a club in the 407
My homie DJ-ing and he playin my tracks
If you don't think this party live then you must be on crack
I think I deserve a crown
Cause PSM throws the bombast bash in town
[hook]
[Skit: Preach]
Alright motherf**ers
We're gonna do this f**ing acapella sh** right the f** now
Alright b**hes, are you ready?
Cause all of you n***as, all of you b**hes, are gonna lick the tip of my dick!
Alright? That's the good spot when you get it
Alright check it, uh
[Verse Two: Preach]
Y'all n***as can't see me
All I be doing is smoking on the weed
Cause you can't see me cause I'm blind
Wait that makes no sense, that means you are blind
And I'm the one who can see
You're the one doing John Cena on me
But really, I like p**y
Oh yeah that rhymed, with me
PSM business, oh yeah
You already know that I like
My dick inside a p**y, let me tell you that
[Skit: Preach (and P-Stunna)]
(PSM Revolution motherf**er)
PSM f**ing s**
(PSM Sex!)
Alright motherf**ers? PSM Sex, I'm gonna-
Brittany! I'm gonna f** you!
I'm gonna f** you!
I'm gonna f** you, in your an*s
(I agree, I also wanna f** you, but more like in your vagina)
And then we're gonna f**ing switch!
(Word!)
Damn I didn't get that word
Oh yeah I did
Word motherf**er!