The Parley Lyrics

Young Cali boy grew up on the coast, I do bad, I am not a hero

Innocent when you hit my phone, Turn bad when you pull up its over

Did you go higher or lower? (yuh)

I swear they be texting for closure (what)

So damn high, I'm a stoner, (blunt)

They looking at my car like, damn, whos the owner

He got close and my bro popped him Turning evil off of these highs, Anakin Skywalker

If I ain't smoke that day, I gotta walk away from all the drama

He talk a lot of shit about the boy, but he never fought him

I be, stepping on these niggas like some Toys, watch where I be walking

My car is way too nice to park by, get the tape for caution

If I hit the vault, I'm getting money, I ain't missing notta

How much money sit in my account, nigga, whole lotta

Someone tell em turn the bass down before the roof fall off

All these bitches gotta conversation, feel like a ballhog

All these past stories that you heard, you got it all wrong

(Alll wrong)

Young Cali boy grew up on the coast, I do bad, I am not a hero

Innocent when you hit my phone Turn back when you pull a bitch over

Did you go higher or lower? (yuh)

I swear they be texting for closure (what),

So damn high, I'm a stoner, (blunt)

They looking at my car like, damn, whos the owner

well thats me yeah I went and bought a race car I know it puts a special feeling in them hoes hearts

I'ma be real big just like the space bar Tell the bitch to quit typing, I won't respond to her

Please put the sunroof back, I got a wood to burn

And now I be right back, I got some bread to earn

bitch to curve

what's the word?

Run up on me and I'm knocking off fur

Knocking off his winter coat, I guess

She got a bag, is it double G or guess

Iceberg, so cold, chain like Brrr

(way too cold, but imma heat it up)

Young Cali boy grew up on the coast, I do bad, I am not a hero

Innocent when you hit my phone Turn back when you pull a bitch over

Did you go higher or lower? (yuh)

I swear they be texting for closure (what)

So damn high, I'm a stoner, (blunt)

They looking at my car like, damn, whos the owner