Parachute - Steelo Steezy, Lil Keed

Yeah, oh yeah

Steezy, what the fuck poppin', brother?

Slime brother, you know what I’m sayin'

Slatt

I bust this shit down the middle

Skinny pants on me, I drip like golfers

I get in the booth with these riddles

She do what I say, she doin' what I told her

We carry these sticks, not no pistols

Whole lot of baby bottles, no toddler

I fuck from the back, yeah, I dribble

Declining all calls, I had to dodge her

I’m pullin' up right on her sister

Ho was too sweet, just like some cobbler

I’m showin' these boys how to do it

Drippin' shit, should’ve been they father

Loaded cartridge, it came with the stick

This a thirty Glock and it came with a dick

Snakes comin' out the pit

Sippin' codeine, baby, I’m not even sick

Still get high as hell on the plane though

I don’t take Adderall

Sippin' this syrup, I’m trippin'

I know he a bitch, I’ll whip him

I know they gon' cry when I flip 'em

I been runnin' with Gunna, get put in a tunnel

I get higher with Duke, gotta keep my tool

Make a bitch bend down and tie my shoes

Can’t be playin' with slime, get shot on a dime

Damn, I remember we fleed, it was just me and Keed

I was fuckin' a bitch on the Perc and she peed

I just shot a nigga and I was watchin' him bleed, woo

I bust this shit down the middle

Skinny pants on me, I drip like golfers

I get in the booth with these riddles

She do what I say, she doin' what I told her

We carry these sticks, not no pistols

Whole lot of baby bottles, no toddler

I fuck from the back, yeah, I dribble

Declining all calls, I had to dodge her

I’m pullin' up right on her sister

Ho was too sweet, just like some cobbler

I’m showin' these boys how to do it

Drippin' shit, should’ve been they father

Maison Margiela when I’m steppin' on the scene

Rubber bands, blue hundreds bustin' out the seams

Hellcat runnin', yeah, tearin' up the street

Throw a whole lot of ones, they gon' rake it like leaves

Whole lot of Bloods, them a lot of big B’s

Real big dawg, a lot of OG’s

Bad white ho, yeah, she on sneeze

Please, baby, just please me, woo

AMG drop top, woo

Baby, lose your crop top, woo

Balenciaga flip-flops, woo

One call, get 'em all shot, woo

Yeah, yeah, hope these boys dig what I’m sayin'

Bust down Cartier bands, yeah

Bust down toes and the hands, yeah

I bust this shit down the middle

Skinny pants on me, I drip like golfers

I get in the booth with these riddles

She do what I say, she doin' what I told her

We carry these sticks, not no pistols

Whole lot of baby bottles, no toddler

I fuck from the back, yeah, I dribble

Declining all calls, I had to dodge her

I’m pullin' up right on her sister

Ho was too sweet, just like some cobbler

I’m showin' these boys how to do it

Drippin' shit, should’ve been they father

Oh yeah, oh yeah

Oh yeah, oh yeah