Parlay

[Intro]
Lets go
Aye
Got another one
No cap
Go straight in
Aye
Oh lord, Jetsonmade another one

[Chorus]
Aye on my way back from LA, I was nervous cuz i left a hundred bands in the benz truck with the valet
Kick the bitch up out my team, look like im in ballet
If the feds at the spot, we run out the back way
We gon' push out with sticks and i'll blam nigga that way
Fuck the school nigga, yeah I used to sell weed on the highway
Nigga gon' die if a shot come my way
Niggas ain't hittin' shit must be aimin' at Parlay

[Verse 1]
Through with yo bitch, kickin' shit like kung-fu
Nigga play, all you gon' see is red lights (Gotta move)
Nigga's career life like 50 did [?]
Ain't nobody got pounds, but I do
Go talk boutta bitch boutta nigga that is not coo'
Like Straap why you stay wit a strap?
Cuz I got too!
Headshot uh nigga if he make one false move
Got sticks in this bitch, say what nigga?
Rob who?!
Hit the trap house pack and I beat it out
Imma whip out with [?] when I leave it out
Hey, took that bitch back to the house ain't no eatin' out
Say twelve, we don't stop for the cops and we speedin' out
Twenty cashed up, in my denims my skin is too tight it looks like I can't fit em
We drop uh bag on the op and they get him, Straap [?] big boss, not uh man in the middle
I don't play with cocaine got pleased with marijuana, won't go back and forth imma boss you a renter
No don't fight this stick he like Adrian Boner
Ain't no strafin' up boy like a Pakistan [?]
Bad bitches love my persona, bust that bitch, gave that bitch back, I don't want her
Droppin' hit back to back, gon' be rich by the summer
Chasin' the bag in broad day, I done ordered uh hunter

[Chorus]
Aye on my way back from LA, I was nervous cuz i left a hundred bands in the benz truck with the valet
Kick the bitch up out my tippy toes, look like im in ballet
If the feds at the spot, we run out the back way
We gon' push out with sticks and I'll blam nigga that way
Fuck the school nigga, yeah I used to sell weed on the highway
Nigga gon' die if a shot come my way
Niggas ain't hittin' shit must be aimin' at Parlay

[Verse 2]
Hard on my brother, by bitch house
Which one?
So many chains when I woke up, can't pick one
Ran that shit up, fat pockets like big pun
Send uh load, then make yo hoe go and get guns
Niggas don't be on shit, boy they actin' like sitcoms
Scammin' I'm tryin' to go buy me some bit coin
Nd' uh nigga keep goin', I call it that hit run
[?]

[Chorus]
Aye on my way back from LA, I was nervous cuz i left a hundred bands in the benz truck with the valet
Kick the bitch up out my team, look like im in ballet
If the feds at the spot, we run out the back way
We gon' push out with sticks and I'll blam nigga that way
Fuck the school nigga, yeah I used to sell weed in the hallway
Nigga gon' die if a shot come my way
Niggas ain't hittin' shit must be aimin' at Parlay