Popular Boy - Park

Hey, Civic War ..
This sequence is here, man
Yeah, I tell you a good story
Yeah ..
She on the street, I threw that bitch in park
Then I threw her out my car
She just tried to finesse
Bitch, I love in diaper check
She got big tits, I'm not impressed
You smell liquor in my breath
If you don't fuck with me, then leave, ho
Act like she ain't her phone
Act like it ain't ringing, though
Recognizing ringtones
Baby boy with those emote
Pop, pop, popped up on her screen, though
Man, act like I ain't see it, though
Craziest scenarios
Man, that's just how the story goes
These hoes fucked through with Gloria
I remember long ago
When I got like none of these hoes
Mainly cause I ain't have cash to spend
Or ain't have weed to smoke
Wonder why they geeking, though
I'm still that same nigga
Can't, can't give out cash or weed to smoke
Boy, how the fuck I be in the club
In New York, I'm about to spark
I'm looking for a spot to park
I'm in New York, I'm about to spark
I'm looking for a spot to park
In New York, I'm about to spark
I'm looking for a spot to park
I'm in New York, I'm about to spark
I'm looking for..
I threw my whip and fucking popped
I threw my whip and fucking popped
I looked at him, he looked at me
Next thing you know, we on the street
I threw that nigga out, he tried
Blame me for all out
He just tried to finesse
Nigga, I drunk driving, I text
But I never miss no checks
Like I passed my driving test
Ain't no more arriving guests
Unless they got big ass and breasts
Ayy, yo
Okay, I'm in my Civic
Car
I'm waiting for the Civic
War
In my car
Park
Threw that nigga out, he tried
Blame me for my loud

Written by:
Leoul Bekele

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