1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
1100 Himself
[Intro]
Ay
Thirteen hunnnid my cousin, don’t let that shit bother you
Just fuck with me
Ay
[Verse]
Infrared beam fuckin’ up a nigga infrastructure
I’m from ‘leven thousand, bitch, ain’t no need for introductions
You ‘gon come to buy some real lean and get some Robitussin
Used to be a club beat-ass nigga, bouncin’ shit at functions
Cordon Bleu and Kiki Palmer chili peppers get it jumpin’
If you really wanna fuck with me then baby give me somethin’
I done poured a six around this bitch and now I just woke up grumpy
Everybody know eleven thousand gon’ go get some money
I can make it rain in funk town or I can make it sunny
Please don’t call ‘еm dope fiends, I love all my junkiеs
I be on the road so I’ma have to buy my bitch a puppy
‘Member momma came up to the school because her son was flunkin’
I’m from funk town and it don’t stink but bitches hella funky
I done had some day one niggas start tellin’ on me
Hunnid dollar eighth, nigga, it got yo bitch smellin’ on me
How the fuck is you gon’ be my cousin and I don’t even know you?
Nigga do not call me iPhone asking’ if I’m mobile
Thinking’ bout the licks I used to hit and all the shit I stolen
I don’t wanna glorify this shit and I don’t need no trophy
Pulled on my lil nigga, “Ay you smokin’ ma?” She smokey
Finna give this lil bitch the dick, Moby
I just almost beat a fan ass cause he just called me Kobe
Told the bitch to cut her heater on because I love it cozy
How the fuck you don’t fuck with me but still watch me closely?
Wet that nigga, six double heel, make you tuck your rolly
I’m a Microsoft type of nigga, Mitch fuck with Sony
Told my momma I hate “bolog nah” she said, "You mean bologna"
All you sucka niggas in the can, we call that anchovies
I’ma four nick the first nigga put his hands on me
I knew blood wasn’t with the shits, he put his mans on me
Niggas always tryna block my goal like a fuckin’ goalie
Put you in the trunk, you disappear, I don’t know where I drove you
You just ran out of luck, fuck yo four leaf clover
Call me hunch like my back bad and I be hunched over
Niggas always straddling the fence until the fence broken
How it ain’t no smoke up in the rental if I’m always smokin’?
I’ll up a ten on yo ass, we gon’ see who broker
Long ass gun got me smilin’, feelin’ like the joker
I was hella focused in the pussy ’til she told me, “Choke me”
Y’all see ‘Leven hunnid going crazy, bitch I’m gettin’ closer
And I’m smoking Gelato 31 and it is not October
But ay, I will beat this bitch ass and I am not Ike Turner
Y’all done fucked around and really got ‘Leven hunnid started
Mitch the only nigga that I know who can make a beat to Parkers
Ay
What I said?
Long ass guns got me smilin’, feelin’ like the joker
I was gonna say some shit like
Long ass guns got me smilin’, feelin’ like the joker
Pop up on a nigga with two pieces, somethin’ like a choker
Man this bitch pockets is really broke and I don’t have to roast her
You can always catch me in the hood just like a fuckin’ motor
But I just took that out, I ain’t give yall all that
‘Leven hunnid
The Parkers was written by 1100 Himself.
The Parkers was produced by Mitchell.
1100 Himself released The Parkers on Sat Jul 11 2020.