Letras
Almost 1:30. Club finna close, party finna start
Ay, Akrite, kick this shit off, bro
Now you in tune to the Parking Lot Hours
Slide in a few, to the Parking Lot Hours
You and your crew, we can meet in an hour
Now you in tune to the Parking Lot Hours
Finna grab a drink, last call, it's almost two
We can start an early night young, so what it do
Rollin' up so sticky, it's some flight, gorilla glue
Hoppin' in the whip with my slides and no shoes
Them speakers hella slappin, I'm so macking, I'm so smooth
I'm on the 805 and I'm slappin' that old school
Ridin' in the four door in slow motion, I'm slidin' through
Smellin' like some money, real expensive, some Jimmy Choo
Cruisin' through the town, downtown, fiveth Avenue
Them city lights bright and at night, it's a nice view
Cross over to the bridge, the lights shinin, the ocean view
Finna grab some wings up at Pacers, no Deja Vu
Linking up with Kazie, Breed Mafia came through
Gold on our neck like we students at Purdue
This is some shit I make for sure to get ready to
Later on, we linkin' up at night, it's overdue
Now you in tune to the Parking Lot Hours
Slide in a few, to the Parking Lot Hours
You and your crew, we can meet in an hour
Now you in tune to the Parking Lot Hours
You see we outside with it, just my niggas and me
Takin' the night off from hustlin' and gettin' this cheese
Got a fifth of the drink and a zip of the weed
This that after the club shit at the end of the week
All my niggas gettin' to it, from their jobs to the music
So it's only right that we turn up and go stupid
Two AM in the parking lot goofin
And all my niggas ball like some all-star hoopers
Ak got two 12s and a Jodi that be boomin
Married to the game and all the homies is the groomsmen
Losing if you ain't fuckin' with us is what you doin
The code is in the game, we trustin, no loose lips
Disrespect and you can end up with a bruised lip
Pull up fresh and on cue like a pool stick