Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Parachute, artist - Steelo SteezyDate of issue: 17.08.2019
Song language: English
Parachute |
| Yeah, oh yeah |
| Steezy, what the fuck poppin', brother? |
| Slime brother, you know what I’m sayin' |
| Slatt |
| I bust this shit down the middle |
| Skinny pants on me, I drip like golfers |
| I get in the booth with these riddles |
| She do what I say, she doin' what I told her |
| We carry these sticks, not no pistols |
| Whole lot of baby bottles, no toddler |
| I fuck from the back, yeah, I dribble |
| Declining all calls, I had to dodge her |
| I’m pullin' up right on her sister |
| Ho was too sweet, just like some cobbler |
| I’m showin' these boys how to do it |
| Drippin' shit, should’ve been they father |
| Loaded cartridge, it came with the stick |
| This a thirty Glock and it came with a dick |
| Snakes comin' out the pit |
| Sippin' codeine, baby, I’m not even sick |
| Still get high as hell on the plane though |
| I don’t take Adderall |
| Sippin' this syrup, I’m trippin' |
| I know he a bitch, I’ll whip him |
| I know they gon' cry when I flip 'em |
| I been runnin' with Gunna, get put in a tunnel |
| I get higher with Duke, gotta keep my tool |
| Make a bitch bend down and tie my shoes |
| Can’t be playin' with slime, get shot on a dime |
| Damn, I remember we fleed, it was just me and Keed |
| I was fuckin' a bitch on the Perc and she peed |
| I just shot a nigga and I was watchin' him bleed, woo |
| I bust this shit down the middle |
| Skinny pants on me, I drip like golfers |
| I get in the booth with these riddles |
| She do what I say, she doin' what I told her |
| We carry these sticks, not no pistols |
| Whole lot of baby bottles, no toddler |
| I fuck from the back, yeah, I dribble |
| Declining all calls, I had to dodge her |
| I’m pullin' up right on her sister |
| Ho was too sweet, just like some cobbler |
| I’m showin' these boys how to do it |
| Drippin' shit, should’ve been they father |
| Maison Margiela when I’m steppin' on the scene |
| Rubber bands, blue hundreds bustin' out the seams |
| Hellcat runnin', yeah, tearin' up the street |
| Throw a whole lot of ones, they gon' rake it like leaves |
| Whole lot of Bloods, them a lot of big B’s |
| Real big dawg, a lot of OG’s |
| Bad white ho, yeah, she on sneeze |
| Please, baby, just please me, woo |
| AMG drop top, woo |
| Baby, lose your crop top, woo |
| Balenciaga flip-flops, woo |
| One call, get 'em all shot, woo |
| Yeah, yeah, hope these boys dig what I’m sayin' |
| Bust down Cartier bands, yeah |
| Bust down toes and the hands, yeah |
| I bust this shit down the middle |
| Skinny pants on me, I drip like golfers |
| I get in the booth with these riddles |
| She do what I say, she doin' what I told her |
| We carry these sticks, not no pistols |
| Whole lot of baby bottles, no toddler |
| I fuck from the back, yeah, I dribble |
| Declining all calls, I had to dodge her |
| I’m pullin' up right on her sister |
| Ho was too sweet, just like some cobbler |
| I’m showin' these boys how to do it |
| Drippin' shit, should’ve been they father |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah |
| Oh yeah, oh yeah |