Pop Smoke – Welcome To The Party Lyrics

Welcome To The Party

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"Welcome To The Party." - Pop Smoke

Tuesday, 15 September 2026, 03:01 pm

Album: Meet The Woo

Track No: 02

This is a Melo beat

Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the Lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party (Uh?)
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch I'm a thot, get me lit

Gun on my hip
One in the head, ten in the clip
Baby, baby don't trip
Just lower your tone, 'cause you could get hit

Don't let that Henny in my system (Nah)
I catch a body, next day I forget it (Next day I forget it)
Nigga, Dread just caught a body (Nigga, Dread just caught a body)
And that's on the gang, nigga, I was just with him

Free all my rilla niggas, all my villain niggas
All my killer niggas out the cage
Since a youngin', nigga, I been drillin' niggas
Ma I'm sorry I'm stuck up in my ways
Ain't nobody ever gave me shit with this big chip, I had to get paid
And it's 10k to go on stage and you know the treesh gettin' laid

Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the Lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party (Uh?)
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch I'm a thot, get me lit

Gun on my hip
One in the head, ten in the clip
Baby, baby don't trip
Just lower your tone, 'cause you could get hit

It's Big O92MLBO, 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 bitch from overseas
Got a ten pack up in my jeans, I'm in Manhattan in these stores (Uh?)

Don't try and run up on my V
I knock a nigga out his sneaks, while I'm shellin' down his V (Uh?)
Double G for the T
No Alicia, I got keys, don't get your car swizz cheese

Neno cooler than a cooler he still a outer he don't settle for nothing (Uh?)
Bluffin', pussy boy stop all that bluffin'
Three-eighty hold a ruler, I know some niggas that'll shoot you for nothing
Run Ricky, yeah he runnin', run Ricky, yeah he runnin'

Baby, welcome to the party
I'm off the Molly, the Xan, the Lean
That's why I'm movin' retarded
(That's why I'm movin' retarded)

Baby, welcome to the party (Uh?)
I hit the boy up and then I go skate in a 'Rari
Baby, welcome to the party
Bitch I'm a thot, get me lit

Gun on my hip
One in the head, ten in the clip
Baby, baby don't trip
Just lower your tone, 'cause you could get hit

Writer(s): Pop Smoke, 808 Melo.

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