Parked

[Intro: Joey Fatts]
It's been four years since I dropped "Million $ Dreams" in Chipper Jones 3
Vince got XXL freshman, we lost Yams
And I'm fresh outta jail from a drive-by shootin' charge
But ain't sh*t changed, we still on the block
This cutthroat sh*t still stronger than ever
Pull up, hop out, you can get your sh*t parked

[Chorus: A$ton Matthews]
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked

[Verse 1: Joey Fatts]
[?] gang, shooter gang, kill whoever choose to hang
Without a face, without a name, without a gun, without a case
Fresh up out the county jail for crackin' at a n*gga place
Just got off a tour b*tch, my name been crack in other states
Hunnid Gs in a safe, ten to get them out the way
Probably could've bought a Wraith instead I bought a hunnid K
Slap a drum on it, my lil homie get bucks for days
Opps didn't want it, we outside n*gga, come and play
Okay, lay him down, zip him up, body bag, pick him up
Toe tag, his mama crushed, playing cutthroat, get killed
Know not to f*ck with us, n*gga, facts

[Chorus: A$ton Matthews]
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked

[Verse 2: Joey Fatts]
I put that sh*t on Crip street, these n*ggas pipsqueak
Quick to put a n*gga 6 feet, I swear this sh*t deep
All that internet thuggin' gon' get your body Swiss cheese
If you think that I'm bluffin', come and try me my n*gga, please
Drop a pin and we can meet, f*ck that talkin', we gon' see
Bring whoever you gon' bring, this .40 all I need
Clip long as limousine, hit the scene and clear the scene
All this pressure, he can't breathe, on a stretcher how he leave
Walk up on him like a fiend, like the lil bro died
The squad lost they mind, every other day we slidin' and pilin' homicides
Ain't no debate they ridin' seven to Poppy side
Smoke a n*gga and spray his candle light while his mama cry

[Chorus: A$ton Matthews]
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t parked
Pull up, hop out, n*gga get your sh*t p—