Parlay (Intro) Lyrics

I see a ass I gotta look,

I ain't never spazzed, I ain't never cooked

We don't go by recipes, by any means, never by the book

Cause we need a meal, and it really feels we a tad late

But when I get it, I'ma split it down the middle

With my niggas, like we goin' on a fuckin' bad date

But with the hoes, you know how it go, they want the cat ate

Or they finna give a nigga mad hate

Name in they mouth, and I know that shit'll leave a bad taste

But I treat the rap like I'm workin' out and it's max day,

And it's max day, finna carry mad niggas till I need a back brace

Gettin' paid every day, is tax day milk the game, I'ma let it lactate

Experimentin' like a chemist kid on lab day

This the real shit, it's a mad takes

Niggas out here ridin' dick like they got zero miles in they gas tank

If you say I'm ass, that's a bad take

Leg up on the comp, that's a parlay

Poker face, stellar, you cant tell what the cards say (Ayy)

Bitch, I'm tryna leave a mark like a sharpie

But shawty on my dick, like why you gotta hit the cart Jay (Ayy)

Cause a young nigga had a dark day

And if you can't be my peace, then we gotta part ways (Ayy)

And to stock goin' up, that's what the charts say

Invest with a nigga like I made a play on Shark Tank(Ayy)

But when you approach a nigga, better step slow

I might cross your hoe and lay her up like Eric Bledsoe(Ayy)

Black hoe, pussy pinker than Sinestro

If the bitch give me trouble, leave her at the petco

Got these bitches runnin' like they nose cold

Poppin' up on hoes, stunnin' bitches like I'm Stone Cold, Ayy

Leave a bitch on read, tell her my phone froze

Tryna figure out who give a hell we playin' nose-goes, (Ayy)

(Boy you lost up in the sauce, tryna be a big boss

Wanna be a Ricky Rozay, ayy)

And I ain't tryna act funny

But bitches still test me like a fuckin' crash dummy

Young nigga specialize in gettin' fast money

Come with me, swear to God, I'll get your cash runnin'

Zeek hispanic singin to your bitch like Bad Bunny

Top 5 still cold even tho its mad sunny (PC)

Runnin' up a check is my profession

I'm the top dog, thinkin' God gave your boy a blessing

CampFlogNog, man, thats where a nigga headin'

And you know that I'ma do it, cause I motherfuckin said it (yeah)

Play ya boy a beat and I'm a motherfuckin dead it

Headshot to every nigga who won't give ya boy some credit

Finna take off like a rocket, man, a nigga gettin' jetted

PC, the boy up next, it's on my life, it's what I'm bettin