"Kirby Parkway" lyrics
It's 4 in the morning, I'm riding on Kirby with bass in the trunk like a 808
Just me and this stick, I ain't worried about shit, say it could be smoke like a celebration
I keep it a 100, I go pay a junkie
Put them on a mission, they dedicated
This pressure look here, I know they won't taste it
I'm jugging and serving on every patient
These niggas be hoes, out here writing statements
I guess trapping and rapping, my occupation
Went and get some new guns, I ran out of patience
Went cop me some Glock, that's without the safety
You want me to rap, you gon have to pay me
I stopped doing favors, back to the basics
If you want some gas, u gon have to wait
Till all the big buyers situated
I'm gutter
I fell in love wit this stick
I just wrapped a brick
Young nigga know I ain't had a thing
Up and be out with the load
Hog on the road, I'm filling up 2 different lanes
Went to go look at a coupe, watch what I do, I get it and blow out the brain
You could just think its a game, reach for my chain
Gon put RIP by your name
And I'm just speaking all facts
You go get em clapped'
You sent em, you won't get em back
And I put that over dab
You think that I'm jab
I promise it's bigger than rap
I can go and get you a pack
A boy that threat
That shit come way across the map
Don't do the work I just stack
Come to the trap, I'll serve you some shit you can't match
Pushing this weight got me jacked
Thinking it's cap, jus pull up and get you a sack
I lost it I lost the flap
Then got it back, ain't nobody mentioning that
I never needed a stamp, check my account
Them real niggas know who I am
And I'm gon put this shit down, in every town
A nigga gon have to lay down
I stand on 10 toes and I cannot fold
From drugs and money to cars and clothes
From big booty bitches them model hoes
Won't sell you a gram but I'll sell you a boat
Like a plug I the arctic I can sell you some snow
You bought this shit once, imma sell you some more
I'm a thief in the night, I can sell you a soul
Won't bend, won't break, won't crack I won't fold
Yeah!
Just me and this stick, I ain't worried about shit, say it could be smoke like a celebration
I keep it a 100, I go pay a junkie
Put them on a mission, they dedicated
This pressure look here, I know they won't taste it
I'm jugging and serving on every patient
These niggas be hoes, out here writing statements
I guess trapping and rapping, my occupation
Went and get some new guns, I ran out of patience
Went cop me some Glock, that's without the safety
You want me to rap, you gon have to pay me
I stopped doing favors, back to the basics
If you want some gas, u gon have to wait
Till all the big buyers situated
I'm gutter
I fell in love wit this stick
I just wrapped a brick
Young nigga know I ain't had a thing
Up and be out with the load
Hog on the road, I'm filling up 2 different lanes
Went to go look at a coupe, watch what I do, I get it and blow out the brain
You could just think its a game, reach for my chain
Gon put RIP by your name
And I'm just speaking all facts
You go get em clapped'
You sent em, you won't get em back
And I put that over dab
You think that I'm jab
I promise it's bigger than rap
I can go and get you a pack
A boy that threat
That shit come way across the map
Don't do the work I just stack
Come to the trap, I'll serve you some shit you can't match
Pushing this weight got me jacked
Thinking it's cap, jus pull up and get you a sack
I lost it I lost the flap
Then got it back, ain't nobody mentioning that
I never needed a stamp, check my account
Them real niggas know who I am
And I'm gon put this shit down, in every town
A nigga gon have to lay down
I stand on 10 toes and I cannot fold
From drugs and money to cars and clothes
From big booty bitches them model hoes
Won't sell you a gram but I'll sell you a boat
Like a plug I the arctic I can sell you some snow
You bought this shit once, imma sell you some more
I'm a thief in the night, I can sell you a soul
Won't bend, won't break, won't crack I won't fold
Yeah!
Writer(s): Josh Fleming, Dajour Walker
