"Parking Lot" lyrics

Nigga, you know what the fuck going on, man
You know what I'm saying?
This shit going up
Gusto with this shit, man
Yeah, you know what the fuck going on, nigga

Dracos in his ride, we hop out, turn shit Walkertown
Nigga could've ran from me, push shells all in his back, Leonardo down
Nigga, I'm switching, man, but I got a 7.62 when I walk around
Nigga, you ain't never killed a man, face shot give his ass the blues, spin chopper round
Fat boy got over-flushed, caught a 6.22 to the back, told him walk it out
Nigga, my eyes red as fuck, if we ain't gonna bang it out, what we talking 'bout?
Just call me Walker like, if we ain't gonna make a pack, I ain't popping out

Nigga, get your party out, 'cause you gonna meet your death in the parking lot
Face shut that MTIL instant kill this shot get to real
Nigga better not swing this way, left DOA with his last thoughts on the wheel
Hop out, throw a hoop, the bro trying to up the score, he gonna slam that bitch like D-Hill
Get that shit done, jump right back in the ride, K worked this bitch with skill
Lil bro got a AR, this bitch equipped with a bump stock
Send this shit right to his leg, ain't showing no sympathy, nigga
I was young before, give a fuck about killing a kid, huh
These niggas envy me, we need the real ass back for slimey doing the bid
I'm jumping straight out like Brady, but throwing 62, K2 had some doing it big

Dracos in his ride, we hop out, turn shit Walkertown
Nigga could've ran from me, push shells all in his back, Leonardo down
Nigga, I'm switching, man, but I got a 7.62 when I walk around
Nigga, you ain't never killed a man, face shot give his ass the blues, spin chopper round
Fat boy got over-flushed, caught a 6.22 to the back, told him walk it out
Nigga, my eyes red as fuck, if we ain't gonna bang it out, what we talking 'bout?
Just call me Walker like, if we ain't gonna make a pack, I ain't popping out
Nigga, get your party out, 'cause you gonna meet your death in the parking lot