Park Cars Lyrics

Shotz my shooter, no you can't run from them switches

I ain't never thinkin' with my dick, hard to get this lo, no I don't trust these bitches

Q3 the bubba man, bitch, I'm turnin' shit to za, on bro, I ain't leavin' no witness

Me and Jakk sendin' shit to Mars, hop up in his car, skrrt, bail out with them switches

Bail out with them switches, pussy boy, you can't run, get down, fuck niggas, you stupid

These hoes be creep on, bro, I ain't lovin' these bitches, I'm tryna send shots at Cupid

Just threw one back on bro, I'm bussin, see a opp outside, swear to god I'ma shoot it

Fuck nigga had froze up, pass me the Glocks, Onbro, swear to god I'ma up it and do em

Get lit with that tooley

these drums makin' music,

his life, he gon' lose it

I spot me a opp, man, I bet I get groovy

in the streets, it get hot, boy, I feel like Jacuzzi

Might as well kill yourself if we ever into it,

we up on the score, I don't accept no losing

Down syndrome Glock, boy this bitches be drooling

Heard he was dissin' on my dawg, I'm in that Striker with this chop

Boy we ain't shootin' at no knees, boy, all my gators want is top

Boy we bail out with plenty of switches, boy, I love workin' this Glock

And I ain't trustin' none of these bitches, they gon' die, give up this drop

Boy, they call us them Striker boys, cause they know we in them cars

Me and la jakk, we just like astronauts, we sendin' shit to Mars

Boy, that think that we label, you ain't gotta sign shit, turn you to a star

But we be posted every day, swang the wrong way, bitch, we gon' park your car

Get down, get down, say the wrong thing, put you in the back

Glock 45, came with a Beam, boy, this bitch got extended mags

Don't do no drive-bys, bitch, we hop out and get on ass

I run with drug dealers on bro, but I bet one of them niggas leave you in that grass

I ain't gon' lie, I'm fast as fuck, boy, I'ma chase you do the dash

Boy, we hop out in rental cars, I told lil bro to switch the tags

know a couple hoes'll give your lo, just for some shoes, some hair and lashes

He was my favorite opp until I seen he run a fast

Heard He was dissin' on my dawg, I'm in that Striker with this chop

But we ain't shootin', at no knees, boy, all my gators want is top

Boy we bail out with plenty switches, boy, I love workin' this Glock

And I ain't trustin' none of these bitches, they gon' die, give up this drop

Boy, they call us them Striker boys, cause they know we in them cars

Me and la Jakk, we just like astronauts, we sendin' shit to Mars

Boy, that think that we label, you ain't gotta sign shit, turn you to a star

But we be posted every day, swang the wrong way, bitch, we gon' park your car

We be posting every day, explain the wrong way, bitch, we gon' park your car