Park Talk Lyrics

Aye

I don't need the fuckery, now that i'm moving up

Used to trip over a bitch, now my shoes tied up

And he want all the views, to make his name go up

Don't fake it with me, you can't hang with us

You don't gotta car, nigga riding the bus

You can't shoot me, if you gotta gun make it bust

Smoking on doja, nigga i'm with camp—

Yeah, I can't say that name, a nigga can't handle

Do some pushups, you got some handles

You play with the ball, like you Julius Randle

And I can't talk about what you can, and what you can't do

I know for a fact, that you can't make a band

And you can't bag a girl, I think you like a man

Please wear a belt 'cause you can't fit your pants

Why you flexing money, you taxable

Hit a lick and it's easy, like Whack-A-Mole

Put your head on a platter, it's stackable

And I'm servin' you like a mag

Can't get any kills, low frag

You almost had c——, yeah you almost had

Your only jokes are about me and my dad

But yours is in jail, yeah he went out sad

I don't get handouts, I make 'em

You sit inside, you wait and take 'em

You serve me well, you waiting tables

You a dickride, you don't like Jayson Tatum

You gotta big nose, yeah you think you can hide it

You like Michael Jackson, you suffer in silence

Aye

I don't need the fuckery, now that i'm moving up

Used to trip over a bitch, now my shoes tied up

And he want all the views, to make his name go up

Don't fake it with me, you can't hang with us

You don't gotta car, nigga riding the bus

You can't shoot me, if you gotta gun make it bust