Park - Isaiah Rashad

Written by：Isaiah Rashad

Mama I knew I was 'bout it

Way before venue was crowded

Way before kevin pulled up with that reverend

I told him to level go f**k on the feelings

Don't nut on her face

Trust me I feel like the man

Trust me I feel like the wop rock

You can depend on the stock watch

B**ch I got ten in the pot drop

All of my limits could die

All of y'all niggas

All of my limits could die

Look at you timid as f**k

And you holding me up

And I'm trying to be nicki minaj

Rich as a b**ch in the drop

Rich as a b**ch rich as my b**ch on the side

Hoe I got more than you know hoe I got

Look watch spill out your soul in the closet

Don't question your passion

We flipped that reefer we couldn't be ashing

They got me so high that I look like I'm passive

B**ch don't you know who you asking

B**ch have you tutored the pastor

I know the root and the master

I know the coupe was a casket

I had that b**ch looking like all the sh*t that I'm writing

That sh*t was so good that I passed it

Bust that sh*t straight out the plastic

B**ch I ain't good b**ch I'm crafty

I want to piss on a rapper

I just got hookers and pampers

Niggas line up when I practice

I'm not a savage I don t do sh*t just to do it

This going precise as we planned it

I'm just a bandit plus I'm as sharp as a tack or a guillotine right at your family

Keep it so candid knock ya like she said some candy

You down for this sh*t are you brandy

Find a mechanic tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric

3500 in traffic

Ni**a I'm savvy

I look more cuban than maverick the metal the tube of the handle

Ni**a I'm savvy wait hey

Wait look ni**a I'm savvy

I look more cuban than maverick the metal the tube of the handle

Ni**a I'm savvy

I look more cuban than maverick the metal the tube of the handle

Ni**a I'm swagging

B**ch I might shoot at your camry

B**ch I might shoot at your camera

Ni**a what's happening

Niggas won't piss on your grave

B**ch I might piss on your family

Ni**a what's happening

B**ch I might shoot at your camera

B**ch I might shoot at your

Ni**a what's happening

I look more cuban than maverick the metal the tube of the handle

Ni**a I'm savvy

Back back to the back back to the frozens and the bb's

Way before ya way before ya thought I told ya

It's alot on the line

These hoes wanna ride on the line

These hoes ain't no bible of mine

Back back to the back back to the frozens and the bb's

If sixteen ain't enough

I could swing it twenty five

I could tell ya how to go

I could tell you where to ride

I could tell you where the