Bitch, Park Backwards

Walk up in the spot, make that bitch pop

Rollie is a forty, ain't no tickin' on this wristwatch

Pit stop, off-brand rappers, flip-flop

Man, it's so lonely at the tip-top

I don't wanna fuck these hoes but they wanna fuck me (Yeah)

My OG said he really miss the old me (Yeah)

Too well known, got me movin' low-key (Yeah)

OE sippin', got me liftin' both feet, yeah

Fuckin' up the road, bring them bags home (Bring them bags in)

Wouldn't touch your bitch even if she had a bag on

Headfirst, chops make your head burst (Make your head burst)

I be smokin' on 'Woods full of pressure till my head hurt (Ay, yeah)

Wouldn't touch your bitch with a broomstick (Yeah, broomstick)

Keep it quiet, baby, tighten up them loose lips (Loose lips)

I make records, got no job, I never do shit

Sit up on my ass and put on for my district (Yeah, yeah)

Stake me in a junior and a black Benz, no tints

So the hoes see when me and Pou' slidin' in

Broke boys pop like the tires that you ridin' in

If you got smoke, got a hole you can hide in

Never goin' back to being broke (Yeah)

Sleepin' on the floor, Mama thought I was a joke (Yeah)

Now I'm doin' well, still more hungry than before (Yeah)

Found a way to live with all these suicide notes, yeah

I eat what I want, I'm attractive (You dig?)

Got a money belly and I'm fuckin' on an actress

Still trappin' 'bows for the practice (Yeah, practice)

I'ma step on her work, when I see you, I'ma tax it

Your bitch, suck dick, for me, and my crew

If you want smoke, then you can come through

Your bitch, suck dick, for me, and my crew

If you want smoke, then you can come through