Parade Shoreline Mafia (Ft. Rob Vicious)

[Verse 1: Ohgeesy]
Niggas throwing shade, we gon' throw grenades
Blow them niggas up and celebrate like it's a parade
Gatorade, took your bitch, I wanna trade
Niggas tryna trip on me, we can really run a fade
We don't run them one on ones so lil' nigga run away
You ain't shooting shit lil' nigga so go put that gun away
Baby mama love a nigga, I might take yo' son away
'Cause I drive a cooler whip and I take 'em out to play

[Verse 2: Rob Vicious]
I'm so motherfucking fly, I fly away
I'm so thankful for this day, I bet my haters say and pray
Ain't no motherfucking way I find a way (I find a way, aye)
I turned nothing into something, that's what I was tryna say (That's what I was tryna, aye)
Take the L's, it make me feel some type of way (Make me feel some type of way)
I tell the gang 'cause it feel like that type of day (Brrow)
Soon as I see it I'ma hit it right away (I'ma hit it right away)
[?] season, we gon' get you, hold on (Ooh, aye)
Ain't no one on ones, you get jumped by the gang (Get jumped by the gang, aye)
Bitches, gang, gang, gang, gang, snatch a nigga chain (Chain)
She can't get a job, I left her on the plane (I left her on the plane)
She yo' main [?] baby running through your brain (We running through yo')

[Chorus: Ohgeesy]
Lean with it and I rock with it
Get a soda and I drop some wok in it
In the Rover, five-seater, four chops in it
In the Rover, five-seater, four chops in it
Yeah, lean with it and I rock with it
Get a soda and I drop some wok in it
In the Rover, five-seater, four chops in it
In the Rover, five-seater, four chops in it