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, b***h 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 s**t
And you holding me up
And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj
Park, rich as a b***h in the drop
Park, rich as a b***h, rich as my b***h 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 b***h 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 s**t looking like all the dirt that I'm writing
That s**t was so good that I passed it
Bust that s**t straight out the plastic
Damn I ain’t good s**t 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 s**t 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 s**t are you Brandy
Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric
3500 in traffic
Park, b***h I'm savvy
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
Park, b***h I'm savvy, wait (hey)
Wait, look, Park, b***h I'm savvy
I look more Cuban than Maverick, the metal, the tube of the handle
Park, b***h 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, b***h 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
