Lyrics Welcome To The Party by Dutchavelli

You get me?
They're f*ckin' talkin' on the streets
You get me? Mans from the fifth side, you get me?
East side of London
Ay, listen, yo
(Big Zeeko)

I'm like, "Baby, welcome to my party"
Got a Range, not a 'Rari
You could be sneakin' like an Illuminati
f*ck on a bad bitch like she Cardi (Ah)
f*cking me then bring your army
I got a big gun in my Versace (Let's go)
Cash, money, that's my dargy (Gang)
Press a button on this car key

Look, baby, welcome to my Wraith (Yeah)
Got a Range, not a Wraith
No stars in the ceiling, the roof panoramic
You look up and you can see space
I got the sauce drippin' off my lace (Yeah)
Marijuana in my placе
Wanna get high up on the forty-eight?
Wanna do a linе? I got that Ricky Lake
I'm like, "Baby, welcome to my trap"
I can not whip unless I barricade
Whip me a four and turn another pack
Leave that by the window, let that marinate
I'm like, "Baby, welcome on my wave" (Let's go)
I ain't got no money in the safe
I got my money tied up in this yay
I take a loss, somebody's gotta pay

I'm like, "Baby, welcome to my party"
Got a Range, not a 'Rari
You could be sneakin' like an Illuminati
f*ck on a bad bitch like she Cardi (Ah)
f*cking me then bring your army
I got a big gun in my Versace (Let's go)
Cash, money, that's my dargy (Gang)
Press a button on this car key (Look)

I'm like f*ck a one up the escape
I feel the devil's presence when I pray
I apply pressure on 'em, if I press it on 'em
They gon' end up dead up in a grave
I'm spendin' double what I make
I ain't got no money in the safe
I got my money tied up in this yay
I take a loss, somebody's gotta pay
I pulled up in that Range
Twenty-five hundred in Bape
Let's go Piranha fishin' in the lake
Before somebodies dead bodies out in the grave
I need banana clips for all my Apes
I ain't got no money in the safe
I got my money tied up in this yay
I take a loss, somebody's gotta pay

I'm like, "Baby, welcome to my party"
Got a Range, not a 'Rari
You could be sneaking like an Illuminati
f*ck on a bad bitch like she Cardi (Ah)
f*cking me then bring your army
I got a big gun in my Versace (Let's go)
Cash, money, that's my dargy (Gang, gang)
Press a button on this car key (Gang)