Life of the Party, Not Your Girl

[Verse 1]
Cig in my hand, loud in my lungs
Henny on chill, that burn on my tongue
Baddie in black, I’m lit in the cut
Talk about feelings? I don’t give a—
Stack in my bra, I don’t chase texts
I just chase checks, chase my next flex
You want a good girl, go change your lane
I want the plug, the bag, the flame
[Chorus]
I’m the life of the party, don’t act brand new
I don’t want love, I want drugs, I want loot (yeah)
Henny to the face, I’ma toast my crew
I don’t got time for Ls, only Ws (only Ws)
Life of the party, that’s what I do
I don’t want hearts, I want highs, I want blues
Smoke in my lungs, and the bills all blue
I don’t got time for Ls, only Ws (only Ws)
[Verse 2]
I don’t do dates, I do late-night runs
Backroom vibes, bad habits for fun
You wanna heal me? Boy, that’s cute
I need a refill, I need the juice
VIP wristband, skip that line
Whole squad bad, every one top five
You talk romance, I talk advance
You want forever, I want my bands
[Chorus]
I’m the life of the party, don’t act brand new
I don’t want love, I want drugs, I want loot (hey)
Henny to the face, I’ma toast my crew
I don’t got time for Ls, only Ws (only Ws)
Life of the party, that’s what I do
I don’t want hearts, I want highs, I want blues
Smoke in my lungs, and the bills all blue
I don’t got time for Ls, only Ws (Ws, Ws)

rap, Aggressive club trap banger with female vocals; snarling 808s, sharp hi-hats, and dark, detuned synths. Verses stay tight and punchy with occasional half-time switch-ups; hook explodes with layered gang vocals, stuttered ad-libs, and a heavy sub that shakes the room. Mix spotlights the lead rap front and center, with short risers and drops hitting every hook for maximum crowd impact.