Bruh, look what just got inWhat's that?They say they got on them boys, DormitoryThey Dormitory?Yeah, they DormitoryWhat you mean Dormitory?The helmet, manWe parkin' on mineWe parkin' on mineBruh, we gon' park them niggas outWe parkin' on mineWe parkin' on mineWe parkin' on mineBruh, we gon' park them niggas outBruh, we parkin' on mineBitch, fuckin' her up like this, man***in' her up like that, manPush his helmet back, manCheckin' my tracks for foul playRunnin' these hoes like track, manGivin' me all that kid nightDon't underestimate what you can probably doTo him and his so-called goons and his crewAin't none of my niggas soft, manIt's easy to have you off, manMore favor or some chump changeGotta be clever and smartGotta be sharp like a dartGotta have money, have heartOohMe and my piranhas and shortsParkin' them out in the broad daylight afternoon*** the darkWe parkin' on mineWe parkin' on mineBruh, we gon' park them niggas outWe parkin' on mineWe parkin' on mineWe parkin' on mineBruh, we gon' park them niggas outWe parkin' on mineA jello sucker, a crack your china barOver what?Over a trap, bitchWeck, that's your no-hugThat's rightWhere I'm at, they dirtyKill you and throw you out of the car in front of your momWhat about the bodies?Bodies littered the streetsHe didn't get buried for weeksNo insurance, broWhat they do?So they pass the hat around collecting for the funeralThey big homies say he ain't in it, but we wonderin'He got cake, we think that he the one that's fundin' themHe got a house in the hood and the suburbs livin' lavishAnd a souped-up charge, same color as horse rashBut it ain't about all of them money you gotBeer-faced and without them asses, we punkin' them outLettin' them suckers have itBitch!We punkin' them outBruh, we gon' punk them niggas outWe punkin' them outWe punkin' them outWe punkin' them outBruh, we gon' punk them niggas outBruh, we punkin' them outWhat do punkin' them out mean?Earning your respect, never lettin' upKeepin' your foot on them niggas neckCuttin' them niggas down, givin' them dudes the bluesMakin' them say we give up, we quit, bruhWe got some foolsI don't put nothin' past nobody, don't nothin' get past meEvery city got killers, everybody got a hood MVPEverybody got somebody that love themEverybody got somebody that hate themEverybody got somebody that like themEverybody got somebody that don'tSee, they thought he was a funkThen he came back and dunkedThere's a whole nother incident, I'm talkin' about another funkThey emptied out the cartridgesGave even a whole clipSee his family bout that action, they act if they were to ***Oh ***!We punkin' them outWe punkin' them outBruh, we gon' punk them niggas outWe parkin' em out We parkin' em outWe parkin' em out We parkin' em outWe parkin' em out We parkin' em outWe parkin' em out We parkin' em outWe parkin' em out We parkin' em outWe parkin' em out We parkin' em outWe parkin' em out We parkin' em outWe parkin' em outNever lettin' upStand on em manI'm talkin' bout manComin' through with them big two ways manBlah, blah, bop, bop, bop, bop, bopBop, bop, bop, bopYeah, A day nigga for like a month straightA month straightTo the niggas say bro I quit manYou niggas is greatBitch!This is a 100% music experience*