Lyrics Parachute - GrandeMarshall, Rome Fortune

Parachute

Wooow hey woooow
Yeah i say laaa
Bitch is the flaws a me bae
Cook up these songs every day
Working work and work
Niggas know you long but can you say
Wake and wake and wake and wake and bake
Rap game alarm is what i play
Huh but back to the host
No wait back to mah goals
Then wait back to mah hoes again
No wait that you hoe mah friend
No wait proving niggas be talkin bout losing
Bitch i ain’t losing livin out movies
Get a dress jacucci looking real goofy
Count mah pocket what the fuck is up bros
Cock is sticking for the weirdos
Yah sess is something that i less tho
Typa a shit they don’t hear tho
Huh you see the hate but i over see it
Like a foreman on the yard i gotta get it
Gotta get it huh
Mouths don’t matter huh
Gotta get it
Millions what’s the business
Hoping that i fly
But you see me on the ride no
We were supposed to be ballers why they mad at us
You fuck with one get a hundred we all that we got
The plugs just flown in got me high as fuck
But there ain’t no parachute in mah bag no
Sip out the bottle then i piss in one
Huh i can’t get enough i might just double up
She say that ama drooling cause i slap it in public
I can’t help myself baby girl i just want to touch it
Stack is taller than oneil balling like ackeel
Am flipping mah first saving the last
Make her shake her knee so shorty stay please
She might get mah name tattooed on her ass
Riding with the vest thuggin with the see
Hands freaking neck flex the voice to text
Dipin in the sac gotta have it on deck
Hey bitch dont kiss me on mah neck
I may show all my sweats
Got girls who use to love some grinding
Now don’t play mah shit
Can throw dirt on mah name but never on mah dick
Am chopping sweets walking to a new beat
Been getting money nigga talking bout the same beef
Blame me if it make you feel good i won’t lose sleep
Still the same nigga i was and i plan to keep it
I came up with some niggas yeah real niggas
Mah OGs was teacher’s am still tuned in to him
Tell yo bitch follow my drippies stealing not young nigga
Eating J sippin
Dust spilling Just smoking eating p flippin
Fuck with me dawg i got the scale tippin
Since day one dawg hell shit down
Ain’t it funny how nigga turn funny style
Straight balls pop flies we gone make the plays
My guys running up the walls you gone touch the base
We were supposed to be ballers why they mad at us
You fuck with one get a hundred we all that we got
The plugs just flown in got me high as fuck
But there ain’t no parachute in mah bag no
Sip out the bottle then i piss in one
Huh i can’t get enough i might just double up
She say that ama drooling cause i slap it in public
I can’t help myself baby girl i just want to touch it