last leg of the parlay ft. Calicoe Lyrics

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah

Okay

Turn it up a little bit

Yeah

Yeah

Let me get in that vibe

This some real rap shit right here, man

I ain't gon' lie

On the road to riches, aint no pit stops

Rollie on my wrist, I don't do TikToks

Gotta beware of that dog when you run around nem pits house

Gon' fuck around and end up in a pack, they getting shipped out

Knew this shit was clear before it sent out, I proofread it

John Hancock on the paper, need a good letter

Bitch say she like it when I step she got a foot fetish

Let that nigga Terry bone, you know I look better

Ice got me putting on the mink in the summertime

If any nigga try and touch me, get him underlined

I'm from where you eat what you kill, still hunting mine

100-yard dash, talk some pape or get the run around

Check the stats we been winning by a landslide

Opps burning in the woods, this a campfire

Bitches tryna suck me dry, she a vampire

Come down seven, I'm right past Meyers

Aye, I'm thinking for myself for a change

Yeah, the sacrifices real, but they all come with the game

Nigga couldn't believe how far we came

Aye, I only believe in me, that's the smartest way

Aye, I'm waiting on this cheese, I been thinking about it all day

Don't fuck the bag up, you the last leg of the parlay

Fuck Wal-Mart, my bitch want money for Target

40 cook a nigga, fap, fap, get em sautéed

I know a white walker that'll hit him broad day

Say you getting money, nigga, but what you call pape

That little ass bag, I shot that in the Redford hallways

My new bitch so bad, make a straight, bitch gay

No cap, this was way before rap

Bad bitches turn rat for sleeping in a bow trap

I done been to hell before, nigga, I ain't going back

Got some money, lost the horns, and put some wings on my back

Nigga