Dont-kill-the-party--feat.-tyga-.aiff May 2026

Jace sat in the dark until morning. When the sun came up, he checked the news. No crash. No Tyga. Just a missing person report for a producer named Jace Holloway, last seen December 14th, 2:14 AM.

Jace’s hands went cold. He’d never written those lyrics. He’d never heard Tyga rap like that—no bravado, no diamonds, just a man holding a glass of flat champagne in an empty mansion while the last guest walked out the door. dont-kill-the-party--feat.-tyga-.aiff

He called Tyga. No answer. He called the label. Voicemail. He called his own mother, who picked up on the first ring and said, “Jace? Why are you crying?” Jace sat in the dark until morning

Silence. Then: “You sent me something yesterday. An AIFF. Said it was your new track. ‘Don’t Kill the Party.’ I haven’t listened yet. Should I?” No Tyga