Parking Lot (feat. Willtharapper)

I get the fetti don't talk a lot, It's M.o.b what you talkin' bout Be in the crease in the parking lot, tow truck guns move him out of the parking spot I'm pullin' strings I be rockin' out, Shoot for the stars with the rocket out Fucked this lil' bitch in the coupe, she tried to take a vid and I told her to crop it out Off a four of the uh Off a four of that drink and a Percocet I pop me a ten and it ain't workin' yet uh I'm bout to kick this lil' habit She on the countertop lookin' for bowls, bitch, we keep our sticks in the cabinet We put a switch on the, uh We put a switch on the stick just to see who gon' hit him the fastest Now that shit feelin' like semi be slow as molasses Fuckin' her bitch and I throw on her glasses He on that team but ain't makin' no plays, they don't throw him no passes Screet tool assassin could show him some classes Doubt if he pass him, niggas ain't ready for this, Don't got no money and don't got no glick These niggas ain't ready for shit These 7.62s just a couple of ounces This Drago is heavy as shit Walk in the club and all you see is blues on a nigga like you watchin' Belly and shit And I want a bitch like keisha Nigga try somethin', lil' bitch gon' blow that piece Put a fuck nigga at six feet deep No cap, no bap, shit, I'm like, where she I get the fetti don't talk a lot, It's M.o.b what you talkin' bout Be in the crease in the parking lot, tow truck guns move him out of the parking spot I'm pullin' strings I be rockin' out, Shoot for the stars with the rocket out Fucked this lil' bitch in the coupe, she tried to take a vid and I told her to crop it out Told lil' bitch get a Uber, lift for a cab, cause I'm never a chooser I get the work, just to move ya, Kel-Tec, F&N', Glock or a ruga Hollow points, fill up the clip, y'all rounds be silver and bald, lex-Luther We didn't even know it was a fed in the car, so we start strikin' the cruiser Uh, pull up and hop out with bangers Scammers and cons like genghis Clean off my Glock, shit stainless Fuck your lil' hoes, now you mainless Took all your coke, now you caineless Money and power like canin Scope on my gun, I arrange it Movin' that work, state to state sarah palin Uh, bitch, I'm doin' fine I'm just smokin' on the pine Don't ask me, young nigga, how you livin' Lil' bitch hit the celly, so I took her to the telly Threw the oop I'm dunking the Blake Griffin Fuck nigga posted up in the whip lights off On the henny, try and catch a bitch slippin' 250 for the zones, we deliver to your hoes And we dump' that package, gon' missin I get the fetti don't talk a lot, It's M.o.b what you talkin' bout Be in the crease in the parking lot, tow truck guns move him out of the parking spot I'm pullin' strings I be rockin' out, Shoot for the stars with the rocket out Fucked this lil' bitch in the coupe, she tried to take a vid and I told her to crop it out