Park

Mama I knew I was 'bout it

Way before venue was crowded

Way before Kevin pulled up with that reverend

I told him to level, go fuck on the feelings

Don't nut on her face

Trust me I feel like the man

Trust me I feel like the Wop, rock

You can depend on the stock, watch

Bitch I got ten in the pot, drop

All of my limits could die

All of y'all ****

All of my limits could die

Look at you timid as fuck

And you holding me up

And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj

Rich as a bitch in the drop

Rich as a bitch, rich as my bitch on the side

Hoe I got more than you know, hoe I got

Look, watch, spill out your soul in the closet

Don't question your passion

We flipped that reefer we couldn't be ashing

They got me so high that I look like I'm passive

Bitch, don't you know who you asking?

Bitch have you tutored the pastor

I know the root and the master

I know the coupe was a casket

I had that bitch looking like all the shit that I'm writing

That shit was so good that I passed it

Bust that shit straight out the plastic

Bitch I ain't good bitch I'm crafty

I want to piss on a rapper

I just got hookers and pampers

**** line up when I practice

I'm not a savage, I don't do shit just to do it

This going precise as we planned it

I'm just a bandit, plus I'm as sharp as a tack or a guillotine right at your family

Keep it so candid, knock ya like she said some candy

You down for this shit? Are you Brandy?

Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric

3500 in traffic

**** I'm savvy

I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle

**** I'm savvy, wait (Hey)

Wait, look, **** I'm savvy

I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle

**** I'm savvy

I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle

**** I'm swagging

Bitch I might shoot at your Camry

Bitch I might shoot at your camera

**** what's happening?

**** won't piss on your grave

Bitch I might piss on your family

**** what's happening?

Bitch I might shoot at your camera

Bitch I might shoot at your

**** what's happening?

I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle

**** I'm savvy

Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's

Way before ya, way before ya thought I told ya

It's alot on the line

These hoes wanna ride on the line

These hoes ain't no bible of mine

Back-back, to the back-back, to the frozens and the BB's

If sixteen ain't enough

I could swing it twenty-five

I could tell ya how to go

I could tell you where to ride

I could tell you where the

If the sixteen ain't enough...