Park

原文

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, crock

All of my limits could die

All of y'all niggas

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

Niggas 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

Nigga I'm savvy

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

Nigga I'm savvy, wait (hey)

Wait, look, nigga I'm savvy

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

Nigga I'm savvy

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

Nigga I'm swagging

Bitch I might shoot at your Camry

Bitch I might shoot at your camera

Nigga what's happening?

Niggas won't piss on your grave

Bitch I might piss on your family

Nigga what's happening?

Bitch I might shoot at your camera

Bitch I might shoot at your

Nigga what's happening?

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

Nigga 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—