Lyrics Clifford Park - Caazi

Yuh yuh (Aye)
Yeah i like that sound huh (Yessir)
Yeah yeah, Leggo
Aye aye aye aye

Okay the kids gon' meet up at the park
And they brought a couple blunts so you know we gon' spark
Went from little runts to the ones who went hard
I aint gonna stunt bruh I'm just playing cards

Yeah you say you got control
When I'm knowin you gonna fold way before a brother ever pressed start
I be hittin heads when I'm shootin in the dark
I be makings checks I ain't talkin bout a chart

Yuh yuh aye
Hold up lil boy
You ain't even got a chance
Thinking that she gonna dance
She look finer than a mansion
Devine and romantic
She lookin for a bandit
To come an take a piece up out her heart like it's candy

The blonde haired scandal
The packs stay ample
I pull up all camo
To bust up at yo mans hoe
I ain't ever mutherfuckin scared lookin Rambo
Hope that u prepared way I'm stretchin all this ammo
Like do you have a second just to understand my anthem
The 207 cannon
He lookin sorta handsome
Bitches in the east get to throwin on a tantrum
I told a little shawty she could get it at the Hampton
Then pass it to the lil bro rob
Told you I ain't messin with no fuckin botox
My dick will go soft
Just know if that shit ain't real you gon' never see a bit of this cock
Them bitches so odd
First she wanna get up in my pants now
She tryna throw the hands on my squad
I make a lil chuckle then I scram to the side
I ain't gunna end up in the slam for a broad
Nah

Man these dudes act slick they be lookin like a eel
Keep a hand on the stick if u tryna make it real
Every morning wakin up I be lookin for a deal
If they showin up short then yo cap I'm finna peel

Okay the kids gone meet up at the park
And they brought a couple blunts so you know we gon spark
Went from little runts to the ones who went hard
I aint gonna stunt bruh I'm just playing cards

Yeah you say you got control
When I'm knowin you gon' fold way before a brother ever pressed start
I be hittin heads when I'm shootin in the dark
I be makings checks I ain't talkin bout a chart

Now it is the time for the muthafuckin verse 2
Dick is gone numb and she askin what the perk do
Hit her so long that I'm checkin if I work soon
I done had a lot of nights kickin in the skirts dude
Coughin up a lung I be rollin up the purp too
She a fine dime man I recognize her perfume
Cutie wit an ass I be loving all them tattoos
Do you have a second for me get up in ya backroom
Shoot off to the bathroom
Bout to show you all this
No backboard
Brothaman I'm hittin all swish
Baby didn't know that she was fuckin with an artist
Got a long neck so she come an get me polished
Don't what to call this
Shots had me nauseous
Booty had me talkin
Are we goin all in
Tell me whatchu need babygirl and we gon call it
Tell me whatcha want babygirl I'm goin all in yuh
Baby girl let's get it
A yeh yeh