Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parked, artist - Joey Fatts. Date of issue: 15.07.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Parked |
| It’s been four years since I dropped «Million $ Dreams» in Chipper Jones 3 |
| Vince got XXL freshman, we lost Yams |
| And I’m fresh outta jail from a drive-by shootin' charge |
| But ain’t shit changed, we still on the block |
| This cutthroat shit still stronger than ever |
| Pull up, hop out, you can get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| gang, shooter gang, kill whoever choose to hang |
| Without a face, without a name, without a gun, without a case |
| Fresh up out the county jail for crackin' at a nigga place |
| Just got off a tour bitch, my name been crack in other states |
| Hunnid Gs in a safe, ten to get them out the way |
| Probably could’ve bought a Wraith instead I bought a hunnid K |
| Slap a drum on it, my lil homie get bucks for days |
| Opps didn’t want it, we outside nigga, come and play |
| Okay, lay him down, zip him up, body bag, pick him up |
| Toe tag, his mama crushed, playing cutthroat, get killed |
| Know not to fuck with us, nigga, facts |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| I put that shit on Crip street, these niggas pipsqueak |
| Quick to put a nigga 6 feet, I swear this shit deep |
| All that internet thuggin' gon' get your body Swiss cheese |
| If you think that I’m bluffin', come and try me my nigga, please |
| Drop a pin and we can meet, fuck that talkin', we gon' see |
| Bring whoever you gon' bring, this .40 all I need |
| Clip long as limousine, hit the scene and clear the scene |
| All this pressure, he can’t breathe, on a stretcher how he leave |
| Walk up on him like a fiend, like the lil bro died |
| The squad lost they mind, every other day we slidin' and pilin' homicides |
| Ain’t no debate they ridin' seven to Poppy side |
| Smoke a nigga and spray his candle light while his mama cry |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit parked |
| Pull up, hop out, nigga get your shit p— |