Park lyrics

[Intro]
... could hear this
Hey!
Damn, I wish Guwop could hear this
Damn, I wish Guwop could hear this (Hey, ha)
Damn, I wish Guwop could—Damn, I wish Guwop could

[Verse]
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*ck on the feelings; don't nut on her face
Trust me, I feel like the man
Trust me, I feel like the Wop, rock (f*ck am I—yeah)
You can depend on the stock, watch
b*tch, I got ten in the pot, crock
All of my limits could die, all of y'all n*ggas
All of my limits could die (All of my limits)
Look at you, timid as f*ck, and you holding me up
And I'm trying to be Nicki Minaj (Yeah)
Rich as a b*tch in the drop, rich as a b*tch (Yeah)
Rich as my b*tch on the side
Ho, I got more than you know
Ho, I got ... Look, watch (f*ck is my ...)
Spill out your soul in the closet, don't question your passion
We flipped that reefer 'cause we couldn't be ashing
They got me so high that I look like I'm passing
b*tch, don't you know who you asking?
b*tch, have you tutored the pastor?
I know the root and the master
I know the coupe was a casket
I had that b*tch looking like all the sh*t that I write
And that sh*t was so good that I passed it
Bust that sh*t straight out the plastic (Yeah, yeah)
b*tch, I ain’t good; b*tch, I’m crafty (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna p*ss on a rapper
I just got hookers and Pampers
n*ggas line up when I practice (Awwww, yeah)
I’m not a savage, I don’t do sh*t just to do it
This going precise as we planned it (Awwww, yeah)
I'm just a bandit; plus, I'm as sharp as a tack
Or a guillotine right at your family (Whoa)
Keep it so candid, knock you like sheets and some candy
You down for this sh*t? Are you Brandy?
Find a mechanic, tell 'em I pay 'em in fabric
3500 in traffic
[Chorus]
n*gga, I'm savvy
I look more Cuban than Maverick
The metal, the tube or the handle (Hey!)
n*gga, I'm savvy
Wait, hey (Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)
Wait, look, n*gga, I'm savvy
I look more Cuban than Maverick
The metal, the tube or the handle (Hey!)
n*gga, I'm savvy, I look more Cuban than Maverick
The metal, the tube or the handle (Hey!)
n*gga, I'm swagging
b*tch, I might shoot at your camera
b*tch, I might shoot at your camera
n*gga, what's hatnin'?
n*ggas wan' p*ss on your grave
b*tch, I might p*ss on your family
n*gga, what's hatnin'?
b*tch, I might shoot at your camera
b*tch, I might shoot at your—
n*gga, what's hatnin'?
I look more Cuban than Maverick (Hey!)
The metal, the tube or the handle (Hey!)
n*gga, I'm savvy

[Bridge]
Back-back to the back-back
To the frozens and the BBs
Way before you, way before you
Thought I told you, it's a lot on the line
These hoes want a lot on the line
These hoes ain't no bible of mine
Back-back to the back-back
To the frozens and the BBs
[Outro]
And if sixteen ain't enough
Yeah, I could swing in twenty-five
I could tell you how to go
I could tell you where to ride
I could tell you where the, yeah
But, but if sixteen ain't enough
I could tell you how to ride
I could tell you where to go ...