The Parkers lyrics

[Intro]
Ay
Thirteen hunnnid my cousin, don’t let that sh*t bother you
Just f*ck with me
Ay

[Verse]
Infrared beam f*ckin’ up a n*gga infrastructure
I’m from ‘leven thousand, b*tch, ain’t no need for introductions
You ‘gon come to buy some real lean and get some Robitussin
Used to be a club beat-ass n*gga, bouncin’ sh*t at functions
Cordon Bleu and Kiki Palmer chili peppers get it jumpin’
If you really wanna f*ck with me then baby give me somethin’
I done poured a six around this b*tch and now I just woke up grumpy
Everybody know eleven thousand gon’ go get some money
I can make it rain in funk town or I can make it sunny
Please don’t call ‘еm dope fiends, I love all my junkiеs
I be on the road so I’ma have to buy my b*tch a puppy
‘Member momma came up to the school because her son was flunkin’
I’m from funk town and it don’t stink but b*tches hella funky
I done had some day one n*ggas start tellin’ on me
Hunnid dollar eighth, n*gga, it got yo b*tch smellin’ on me
How the f*ck is you gon’ be my cousin and I don’t even know you?
n*gga do not call me iPhone asking’ if I’m mobile
Thinking’ bout the licks I used to hit and all the sh*t I stolen
I don’t wanna glorify this sh*t and I don’t need no trophy
Pulled on my lil n*gga, “Ay you smokin’ ma?” She smokey
Finna give this lil b*tch the di*k, Moby
I just almost beat a fan ass cause he just called me Kobe
Told the b*tch to cut her heater on because I love it cozy
How the f*ck you don’t f*ck with me but still watch me closely?
Wet that n*gga, six double heel, make you tuck your rolly
I’m a Microsoft type of n*gga, Mitch f*ck with Sony
Told my momma I hate “bolog nah” she said, "You mean bologna"
All you sucka n*ggas in the can, we call that anchovies
I’ma four nick the first n*gga put his hands on me
I knew blood wasn’t with the sh*ts, he put his mans on me
n*ggas always tryna block my goal like a f*ckin’ goalie
Put you in the trunk, you disappear, I don’t know where I drove you
You just ran out of luck, f*ck yo four leaf clover
Call me hunch like my back bad and I be hunched over
n*ggas always straddling the fence until the fence broken
How it ain’t no smoke up in the rental if I’m always smokin’?
I’ll up a ten on yo ass, we gon’ see who broker
Long ass gun got me smilin’, feelin’ like the joker
I was hella focused in the pus*y ’til she told me, “Choke me”
Y’all see ‘Leven hunnid going crazy, b*tch I’m gettin’ closer
And I’m smoking Gelato 31 and it is not October
But ay, I will beat this b*tch ass and I am not Ike Turner
Y’all done f*cked around and really got ‘Leven hunnid started
Mitch the only n*gga that I know who can make a beat to Parkers
Ay
What I said?
Long ass guns got me smilin’, feelin’ like the joker
I was gonna say some sh*t like
Long ass guns got me smilin’, feelin’ like the joker
Pop up on a n*gga with two pieces, somethin’ like a choker
Man this b*tch pockets is really broke and I don’t have to roast her
You can always catch me in the hood just like a f*ckin’ motor
But I just took that out, I ain’t give yall all that
‘Leven hunnid