Park Talk

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