"Parking Lot" lyrics
I never really liked playing defense
No offense to the pickets, wiring the chain links (Word)
It's been a minute, and we ain't linked
But not a drop of sweat drop from my hat when I tip it
Maybe you need a drink (Drink)
Go pucker up the lips, then sip it, then zip it
I ain't trying to hear your message
Unlike these birds that you mess with, I'm fully feathered
They black hoodies, I'm a leather
Bulls jacket original came from the package
Size number seven and the sweats to match it
Hit my nigga Kevin up, he was just asking
"You trying to make a trip to Madison?"
I'm like, "Word, why not?"
A couple minutes later, then voilà
At the front door with the joint pre-rolled
I was like, "Yo, how did you know?"
Now we ready to go, hit the right, then hit the turnpike like
We be sitting in the parking lot
'Cause they say we don't (They say we don't)
The clock ticking when they off, we not
But that's what we on (That's what we on)
It's plenty things to be talking about
And we know everything you talking about
So, my nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
My nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
We be sitting in the parking lot
'Cause they say we don't (They say we don't)
The clock ticking when they off, we not
But that's what we on (That's what we on)
It's plenty things to be talking about
And we know everything you talking about
So, my nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
My nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
I had a good day today, though I must say so
The sun is out, and everything went my way like the waves
Saw a grill at Target on sale, like, "Fuck it
Let's grill at the beach, let's chill"
Got a hundred dollars knocked off my phone bill
So I'm calling everybody, everybody's all in
Tell them to come and bring they friends
I heard they was cute, I'ma call you back then
I'm in the car, got a car wash at the gas station where it's half off
With a full tank of gas, turtle wax off
Now I'm on Broadway, posse and all
Take a left on North, you can park it and walk
I'm at the beach grilling, the ladies chilling
We kicking it, dealing in sand volleyball and badminton
I had this in the bag, it's mad different
I sautéed the salmon and seasoned it well
Smoked the fire, grilled it
Then the soft-shells is ready
Come and get it, for there's nothing to spare
The paper plates and the plastic dinnerware is over there
We over here, if you digging it, let me get a "Hell, yeah" (Hell, yeah)
No offense to the pickets, wiring the chain links (Word)
It's been a minute, and we ain't linked
But not a drop of sweat drop from my hat when I tip it
Maybe you need a drink (Drink)
Go pucker up the lips, then sip it, then zip it
I ain't trying to hear your message
Unlike these birds that you mess with, I'm fully feathered
They black hoodies, I'm a leather
Bulls jacket original came from the package
Size number seven and the sweats to match it
Hit my nigga Kevin up, he was just asking
"You trying to make a trip to Madison?"
I'm like, "Word, why not?"
A couple minutes later, then voilà
At the front door with the joint pre-rolled
I was like, "Yo, how did you know?"
Now we ready to go, hit the right, then hit the turnpike like
We be sitting in the parking lot
'Cause they say we don't (They say we don't)
The clock ticking when they off, we not
But that's what we on (That's what we on)
It's plenty things to be talking about
And we know everything you talking about
So, my nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
My nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
We be sitting in the parking lot
'Cause they say we don't (They say we don't)
The clock ticking when they off, we not
But that's what we on (That's what we on)
It's plenty things to be talking about
And we know everything you talking about
So, my nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
My nigga, go ahead (Go ahead)
I had a good day today, though I must say so
The sun is out, and everything went my way like the waves
Saw a grill at Target on sale, like, "Fuck it
Let's grill at the beach, let's chill"
Got a hundred dollars knocked off my phone bill
So I'm calling everybody, everybody's all in
Tell them to come and bring they friends
I heard they was cute, I'ma call you back then
I'm in the car, got a car wash at the gas station where it's half off
With a full tank of gas, turtle wax off
Now I'm on Broadway, posse and all
Take a left on North, you can park it and walk
I'm at the beach grilling, the ladies chilling
We kicking it, dealing in sand volleyball and badminton
I had this in the bag, it's mad different
I sautéed the salmon and seasoned it well
Smoked the fire, grilled it
Then the soft-shells is ready
Come and get it, for there's nothing to spare
The paper plates and the plastic dinnerware is over there
We over here, if you digging it, let me get a "Hell, yeah" (Hell, yeah)
