Lyrics Parlay Wop - Greaseball

Don't parlay
Don't parlay with me

Cold summers never rain, ain't that just the way
Dope numbers never stay, that's a fact I say
Oh you ran off on your plug, boy ain't that a shame
I let my drummer count it up, he gon' make it syncopate
I think I think I may just Parlay Wop
Send my regards to Frank
Call my partner Jay
Okay, I know she got me off the strength
Think I'll make more time to see my nephew Nate in college
Trip out to La Casa just to see my folks before it's too late
I'm the shit today, I'll piss myself off
I'm considerate, I'm with no fake
Realer than a bitch, I am legit a mate

I'd sit in that park a lot, in the parking lot
I've been on that trip before, I still think I talk too much
Don't sip on this elixir too hard, it's gon' get you lost in thought
And when they pull you out next time
You're still stuck with that dog you picked
The snakebite in my tea, took my picture off your wall
They keep my name behind your teeth, call me mister wop