Mustard, Travis Scott - Parking Lot

Mustard on the beat, ho
Aye, aye, aye
5:00 AM in the parking lot (Yeah)
Four black trucks taking parking spots (Yeah)

She reached in my pants to see I’m soft or not (Nah)
I’m hard as a motherfucking Scott La Rock (Rock)
I gave her good dick to tap her heart to stop (Heart to stop)
Them ass shots on her make an artist drop (Artist)

N**** damn, n**** damn, n**** damn
12:00 AM at the crib going ham (At the crib)
Rolling green, counting bacon, Sam, I am him (Yeah)
Windmilling through the crowd fan by fan (By the fan)

Remember how we used to do it hand by hand then?
Five n*****, one gram, we split it twenty down
Not your average citizens, we’re moving like some immigrants
All these damn Xans, it be hard to remember when

Out at Lake Olympia, Jason used to whip the Benz
Drop me off at Meadow Creek, I took the boat to river bend
I said it ain’t no coming back, no way I thought I’d lose a twin
Going up another M, blowing up will never end

Slowing up, oh, never did, going dumb will never end
Pouring up will never end, tore it up and go again
Used to be just me and twin, now it’s her and all her friends, yeah, yeah
Aye, aye