Parking Lot

Away, away, away, away (Away, away)
Away, away, away, away, away, away (Away, away)
(Mustard on the beat, ho)

Ayy, ayy, ayy
5AM in the parkin' lot (Yeah)
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots (Yeah)
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (Not)
I'm hard as a motherfucker, Scott La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (Heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her, make an artist drop (Artist)
Nigga, damn, nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah), nigga, damn

12AM at the crib, goin' ham (At the crib)
Rollin' green, countin' bacon, Sam, I am him (Him)
Windmillin' through the crowd, fan by fan (By fan)
Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?
Five niggas, one gram, we split it twenty, damn (Damn)
Not your average citizens, we're movin' like some immigrants
All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when (Yeah)
Out at Lake Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz (Yeah)
Drop me off at Meadow Creek, I took the boat to River Bend (Yeah)
I said it ain't no comin' back
No way I thought I'd lose a twin (Yeah)
Goin' up another M, blowin' up will never end (Yeah)
Slowin' up, oh, never then, goin' dumb will never end (Yeah)
Pourin' up will never end, tore it up and go again (Yeah)
Used to be just me and twin
Now it's her and all her friends, yeah (Yeah)

Yeah, ayy, ayy
5AM in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)
I'm hard as a motherfucker, Scott La Rock (It's lit)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (It's lit)
Them ass shots on her, make an artist drop (Nigga, damn)
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah), nigga, damn

Keisha got a G5 body (Body)
Tisha know how to ride that stick like a 'Rari ('Rari, yeah)
Tina walk around with a back like a Hummer (Hummer)
Dropped out of school to get the bag and go dumber (Yeah, dumber)
Was in med school, now the meds make her number (Oh)
Outside, bold and beautiful for the summer (Bold)
She don't wait on men, but wait a min' for the summer (Wait)
Sittin' in the 7, goin' on my tenth summer (Mm, yeah)
Owe it to my fans how we doin' these numbers (Mm)
Way I lay the pipe, might quit the job and be a plumber (Mm, it's lit)

Whippin' in the lot, but we treat it like a Tundra (Yeah)
Tour 'round my city, let me show ya (Yeah)
Got the basement lookin' like The Forum (Yeah)
She seen the whips, now she tryna park some (Yeah)

Ayy, ayy, ayy (Lit)
5AM in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see I'm soft or not (It's lit)
I'm hard as a motherfucker, Scott La Rock (It's lit)
I gave her good dick, the type her heart'll stop (It's lit)
Them ass shots on her, make an artist drop (Nigga, damn, it's lit)
Nigga, damn, (Hmm, hmm) nigga, damn

Away, away, away, away (Away, away)
Away, away, away, away (Away, away)
Away, away, away, away (Away, away)
What's up, fool?



Credits
Writer(s): Jacques Webster, Dijon Mcfarlane, Nicholas Matthew Balding, Quintin Ferbie Gulledge, Keanu Dean Torres, Stefano Bauer
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