[Intro: GP]
LA Beats
LA Beats
Gunna

[Verse 1: GP]
Fat slugs, I'll slap man's chest
Flip holes, black and peng
Your n***as swear [?] got shh on shh
Tracks when T get drenched
Money don't slip and slide
Drill time, we don't let shit slide
Live-O, getting stressed my type
Big back, that's the rest alright
Still pull up in fast cars
Big bro's got spinners and llamas
New shape and the tint's got darker
Pull up on an opp boy, like wagwan?
Man don't buck into feds
The undies want me locked or dead
No fucks, I'll splash you and your friends
Bill up and go straight to their ends
We grippin' poles and things won't stop
If the safety's stiff, then grease it up
Me and 6Shotz don't speak too much
Bine in the Wesson, we're creepin' up
Hands on the dotts, I'll leave you in a box
Don't add a K, we're takin' no loss
Get that soft, we turn that rock
Hit any block then we scrape that prof'
PL bop, we make our gwop
Stones in hand, I need more gwop
Smack that hoe if she fucks with the opps
Leave opps wet if they fuck with the dogs
Them 2 boys can't manage, phone up bro, he's savage
Park Lane Boys do damage, pull up on your block with bangers
[Verse 2: S A Vheezy]
Big ramz on my waist
No face, no case, when I ride, imma catch me a case
Any 22 don imma catch, imma send 'em to the grave
Them n***as adding a K, but they ain't ever come to the Lane
They ain't ever come to the Lane
Pull up in the aves, jump out the 4-door, see man there, they dash
OJ, he's OJ, rollin' with the shh til' suttin' gets slapped
[?] my ramz within her, 1-7 sinner, Park Lane Boys, that's gang
[?] my ramz within her, 1-7 sinner, Park Lane Boys, that's gang

[Verse 3: KayyKayy]
Splash, Park Lane boppin'
In a 4-door whiz with gang
Pull up on the opp block, like, what's poppin'?
GP lean and bop with the dotts
No stars when he aim, tryna off him
Squad still sinnin', TwoLzz drill him
Why you think the opps them dodgin'?
Don't move booky, hop out the hoopty
Everyday, man's in the field
Ain't lost none of my friends
So I don't know how the opps them feel
Kids screaming out gang
Thinking they're bad, forgetting what's real
Like, why did you jump on the car?
You knew in your heart that you weren't garn' drill
Nuff' opps still claimin' they lurk
Big man like you, was it worth?
If I'm in the A with OJ and Jigga
How much holes have we left in your shirt?
All I know is get me some gwop
And make sure that I splash all the opps dem first
Anyting green left in the dirt
These opps are tired, #Nerds
They don't wanna see my PL's, it's long
[Verse 4: Trills]
Man don't ride for no friends
Man ride for the bruddas
Ting on me, on my mother's, leave man smothered
Cut ting, leave man cut up
Now they took food from the back
Shh in [?], cannot lack
Young OJ from the Lane
And we the real insanes
Still pull up broadday
Get chinged off the [?], we was looking for your mate
The score is ments, the score is cray
14 when I was on your estate
[?], was tryna catch a K
Add a K on the Lane? On my life, no way
Add a K on the Lane? On my life, no way
Them man chattin' and rappin'
Get over there, man clap him or stab him
2 4-doors, tryna 'nap him or stab him
Don't slip up, cah it gon' get tragic
Ask your bro, lucky they vanished
Repercussion so quick, I'll flash it
Repercussion so quick, I'll flash it