Explore the themes and references in the lyrics of DON’T KILL THE PARTY. Our breakdown covers the collaboration’s celebration and hedonistic vibe.
The lyrics of this collaborative track present a direct and unfiltered manifesto dedicated to sustained celebration and unrestrained hedonism. Framed as a repeated plea in the chorus, the central command functions as both a rallying cry and a defensive stance against any force that might interrupt the atmosphere. This theme of preserving the moment’s intensity connects the verses from each distinct artist, binding them to a common purpose that transcends their individual styles.
Ty Dolla $ign’s vocal delivery on the hook establishes the track’s emotional tone. His lines communicate a state of elevated, almost frantic energy, explicitly describing a personal intoxication and a magnetic attraction that becomes part of the party’s fabric. The phrasing is less about narrative and more about establishing a visceral, feeling-based baseline. It crafts the environment where the following verses reside, one where social codes are simplified and physical sensation is prioritized.
ty dolla $ign, disco lines don’t kill the party
The contribution from Shoreline Mafia’s OhGeesy and Fenix Flexin grounds the track in a specific, gritty reality. Their lyrics depict a scene of late-night excess, painting vivid pictures of club encounters, substance use, and a disregard for conventional moderation. The details read like a report from the front lines of a party, complete with interruptions from staff and a focus on instant gratification. This aligns with the group’s established musical identity, born from Los Angeles streets and a DIY ethos that valued raw expression over polish. Their verse is the engine of the track’s chaotic energy.
Quavo’s verse introduces a blend of boastful charm and surreal imagery. His lyrics pivot between celebrating physical attraction and venturing into more abstract territory, like the notion of cloning a partner. His flow and references maintain the Migos-inherited flair for catchy, repetitive hooks within a verse, ensuring his section is both a part of the whole and a memorable standout. The content balances the vulgar with the playful, a signature approach that has fueled numerous hits throughout his career from Atlanta to the global stage.
Juicy J’s presence, particularly in the song’s outro, acts as a seal of authenticity. His ad-libs and closing lines are not complex narratives but declarations of state. Coming from an architect of hip-hop’s darker, party-driven subgenres, his simple proclamation carries the weight of history. It signals an endorsement of the scene described, a veteran acknowledging the continuation of a lifestyle he helped soundtrack. His lyrics, though brief, serve as a bridge, connecting the current expression to the legacy of Three 6 Mafia and the unapologetic hedonism of Southern hip-hop’s past.
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December 11, 2025
1 song, 2 minutes
℗ 2025 Atlantic Recording Corporation
Lyrics
[Intro: Ty Dolla $ign]
Turnt, yeah, turnt, yeah, turnt, yeah
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign]
Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the– don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear she wet for me
When I push up, I part the seas (Yeah, ho)
Turnt up, I’m way too geeked
Come get your girl off me
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the– don’t kill the–
Don’t kill the party, please
I’m up, so pardon me
She swear she wet for me
[Verse 1: OhGeesy, Juicy J & Quavo]
Shoreline Mafia, Dolla $ign
Got one rule, don’t blow my high
MDMA got a nigga sky high
She got a face card and the shit don’t decline
4:44, babygirl, we aligned
She wanna go, go, go
Go home right now
If you love me, fuck me in the club right now
Put this molly pill on your tongue right now
You can rock my chain, man, it cost a hundred thou’
Hit the Dream Hotel after we hit TAO
Finish up on your face, let me get you a towel
Staff keep knockin’ ‘cause the weed too loud
I finish up on your face, let me get you a towel
Staff keep knockin’ ‘cause the weed too loud (Yeah, ho)
I finish up on your face, let me get you a towel
Staff keep knockin’ ‘cause the weed too loud
I finish up on your face, let me get you a towel
Staff keep knockin’ ‘cause the weed too loud (Yeah, Quavo)
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Ooh, she got an attitude
With an ass on her, please pardon me (She bad)
Ooh, she got some hips on her
When she walk past me, it’s a sight to see (Goddamn)
It’s a lil’ ecstasy, just pace yourself respectfully (G6)
She said, “It’s the sex for me”
Quavo got the bad bitch recipe (Uh)
I’m finna make me a bitch (Bitch)
Then I’ma make me a clone (Clone)
She liked to get geeked with E.T. (Get geeked)
She ain’t never makin’ it home (She gone)
Lil’ freak turned to a leech, I’m outside peelin’ your bitch off me (Pull it)
She stuck on that pint, she a fiend (Fiend)
I pulled out my mic then she screamed (Ah)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign, Quavo & Fenix Flexin]
She way too geeked
Come get your girl off me (Come get her)
The drank been callin’ me
Don’t kill the–, don’t kill the– (Woo)
Don’t kill the party, please (Hoo)
I’m up, so pardon me (Go, hoo)
She swear she wet for me (Hoo, hoo)
When I push up, I part the seas (Bitch, bitch)
[Verse 3: Fenix Flexin]
She tryna fuck, I’m way too geeked (I’m geeked up)
In a Uber, tryna suck a nigga dick, she like, “Please, please”
Go and pass that molly, try the pink (Skrrt)
At the Ritz-Carlton, I came penthouse suite (Came penthouse suite)
Geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked, geeked (Geeked)
I’m geeked up, she a tweaker (Geeked up)
Tryna kick it with the OTX geekers
To us, she a bop, bop, bop, not a keeper (Geeked, geeked, geeked)
Yeah, that pack just landed (Pack just landed)
The plug is speakin’ Spanish (Español)
Yeah, that dope gettin’ stepped on, nigga, voila
We gon’ make them bitches vanish
That’s a magic trick
She in her feelings, mad she can’t have the dick (She can’t have the dick)
Told her nigga, “Quit callin'”, he can have this bitch (Quit callin’)
Bootin’ up, boot up, boot up, boot up, boot up (Bootin’ up)
This bitch gon’ blow a nigga high, l’ll be mad as shit (Ayy, ayy)
[Outro: Juicy J]
Man I’m geeked up
Man I’m geeked up
Man, man I’m geeked up, man
Man I’m geeked up (Yeah, ho)
