PARK CHINOIS

Clean up gang with a Hoover, pull up and sweep the street

Told, bae, "Book Park Chinois", the bricks came cheap this week

Brought out the glee this week, so suttin' might end up on a tee this week

Done studio time, done a re this week, big bussdown, that ain't no Jesus piece

No G17, G19, had the G17, then the G19

Had a old .44, but the pin was weak, still gonna spin if need

Sayin', "No smoke backstage", but bro still ask, "Can we bring it, please?

Or a ZK at least, um, um

See me in tape with the G's, bro just got a straight tape with a G

Get the drop, it's go time, bro came out with the key

Yo, Tre8 autos, gang said, "We need more sweets"

Before Halloween, we was out playin' trick-or-treat

An opp boy swam and drowned, he didn't kick his feet

I heard that news, I was right by the runway, made me feel like bree

This CZ come like a pocket rocket, now the gang in central with C

Had my case papers printed, now I got the monogram print on me

Runnin' through bells, throwback run with the twelve

Whole one cover the scales, bine at the BBQ, better cover your girl

Hate when they're runnin' their mouth, see them runnin' for help

I'm in the bando, but let me see my man again, I'll double the L

We really leave shit drownin', you ain't bought three on an outin'

Shootouts in the oldest clothes, wouldn't believe these outfits

Foot down, no breaks, tryna leave everything taped

Asked 'bout the shotty, told them that I got it from the farm, now they think I got it from H

Clean up gang with a Hoover, pull up and sweep the street

Told, bae, "Book Park Chinois", the bricks came cheap this week

Brought out the glee this week, so suttin' might end up on a tee this week

Done studio time, done a re this week, big bussdown, that ain't no Jesus piece

No G17, G19, had the G17, then the G19

Had a old .44, but the pin was weak, still gonna spin if need

Sayin', "No smoke backstage", but bro still ask, "Can we bring it, please?

Or a ZK at least, um, um

This opp in a spliff, sativa, still put smoke on a Wiz Khalifa

Bad B don't wanna lock this smoke, I just gotta love her and leave her

Yo, had the Liz come like Peter and the bujj like Cleveland

This ice on my wrist is a whole lotta money, swear it's comin' like Bia

014 me and Z had a bruc' back and a bruck down Kia

Now you'll find me in Venice tryin' some shellfish, oh mama mia

Old school, I was hoppin' out first, had bro sayin', "Stop bein' selfish"

Yo, now I just leave that stage, pullin' strings like Elvis

Ding-dong on a outin', would've been a loss if we'd found him

Can't record, need more points on the board, gang, tape it first, then I'll give them an album

Spoke to the yard man, wanna know the P for the .45 like Alhan

Spoke to the runner, said he's got more than a oner and he's still countin'

Go get that car, congestion zone, gotta step with ours

Pocket rocket, had it in a pouch, next to the brush and metro card

Double R trucks, stars in the roof, and we got separate star

Ain't done it in a Telsa yet, if we do that's lead in a electric car

Clean up gang with a Hoover, pull up and sweep the street

Told, bae, "Book Park Chinois", the bricks came cheap this week

Brought out the glee this week, so suttin' might end up on a tee this week

Done studio time, done a re this week, big bussdown, that ain't no Jesus piece

No G17, G19, had the G17, then the G19

Had a old .44, but the pin was weak, still gonna spin if need

Sayin', "No smoke backstage", but bro still ask, "Can we bring it, please?

Or a ZK at least, um, um