Park

Mama I knew I was 'bout it

Way before venue was crowded

Way before Kevin pulled up with that Reverend

Park, I told him to level, go **** all 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

Park, bitch I got ten in the pot, drop

All of my limits could die

Park, all of y'all bitches

All of my limits could die

Park, look at you timid as shit

And you holding me up

And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj

Park, rich as a bitch in the drop

Park, 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

Park, we flipped every bitch we couldn't be a part of

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

Park, bitch, don't you know who you asking?

Park, bitches have you tutored the pastor

I know the root and the master

I know the coupe was a casket

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

That shit was so good that I passed it

Bust that shit straight out the plastic

Damn I ain’t good shit I’m crafty

I want to piss on a rapper

I just got hookers and pampers

Park, bitches 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

Park, bitch I'm savvy

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

Park, bitch I'm savvy, wait (hey)

Wait, look, Park, bitch I'm savvy

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

Park, bitch I'm savvy

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

Mother****er I'm swagging

Mother****er I might shoot at your camera

Mother****er I might shoot at your camera

Mother****er what's happening?

Mother****ers won't piss on your grave

Mother****er I might piss on your family

Mother****er what's happening?

Mother****er I might shoot at your camera

Mother****er I might shoot at your

Mother****er what's happening?

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

Park, bitch 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