Parking Lot (Mixed)

Away, away, away, away (Away, away
Away, away, away
Away, away, away (Away, away
(Mustard on the beat, ho
Ayy, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot (Yeah
Four black trucks takin'
Parkin' spots (Yeah
She reached in my pants to see
I'm soft or not (Not
I'm hard as a motherfucker
Scott La Rock (Rock
I gave her good dick
The type her heart'll stop
Heart'll stop)
Them ass shots on her
Make an artist drop (Artist
Nigga, damn, nigga
Damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah), nigga, damn
12 a.m. at the crib
Goin' ham (At the crib
Rollin' green, countin' bacon
Sam, I am him (Him
Windmillin' through the crowd
Fan by fan (By fan
Remember how we used
To do it hand by hand then
Five niggas, one gram
We split it twenty, damn (Damn
Not your average citizens
We're movin' like some immigrants
All these damn Cans
It be hard to remember when (Yeah
Out at Lake Olympia
Jason used to whip the Benz (Yeah
Drop me off at Meadow Creek
I took the boat to River Bend (Yeah
I said it ain't no comin
Back, no way I thought
I'd lose a twin (Yeah
Goin' up another M
Blowin' up will never end (Yeah
Slowin' up, oh
Never then
Goin' dumb will never end (Yeah
Pourin' up will never end
Tore it up and go again (Yeah
Used to be just me and twin
Now it's her and all her friends
Yeah (Yeah
Yeah, ayy, ayy
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks takin
Parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see
I'm soft or not (It's lit
I'm hard as a motherfucker
Scott La Rock (It's lit
I gave her good dick
The type her heart'll stop (It's lit
Them ass shots on her
Make an artist drop (Nigga, damn
Nigga, damn (Ayy, ayy, yeah
Nigga, damn
Keisha got a G5 body (Body
Tisha know how to ride
That stick like a 'Rari ('Rari, yeah
Tina walk around with a back
Like a Hummer (Hummer
Dropped out of school
To get the bag and
Go dumber (Yeah, dumber
Was in med school
Now the meds make
Her number (Oh
Outside, bold and beautiful
For the summer (Bold
She don't wait on men
But wait a min
For the summer (Wait
Sittin' in the 7
Goin' on my tenth summer
Mm, yeah
Owe it to my fans
How we doin' these numbers
(Mm
Way I lay the pipe
Might quit the job and be a plumber
Mm, it's lit
Whippin' in the lot
But we treat it like a Tundra
Yeah
Tour 'round my city
Let me show ya (Yeah
Got the basement
Lookin' like The Forum (Yeah
She seen the whips
Now she tryna park some (Yeah
Ayy, ayy, ayy (Lit
5 a.m. in the parkin' lot
Four black trucks
Takin' parkin' spots
She reached in my pants to see
I'm soft or not (It's lit
I'm hard as a motherfucker
Scott La Rock (It's lit
I gave her good dick
The type her heart'll stop (It's lit
Them ass shots on her
Make an artist drop
Nigga, damn, it's lit
Nigga, damn, (Hmm, hmm
Nigga, damn
Away, away, away
Away (Away, away
Away, away
Away, away (Away, away
Away, away
Away, away (Away, away
What's up, fool