At The Park Lyrics - Light Poles And Pine Trees - Field Mob

Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies 

See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty 

At the park, Sunday at the park 

Now what you gon' go do after church 

Hit the mall snatch a hat grab a shirt 

Wash the 'Lac wax the 'Vert clean the truck 

We finna ball stash the strap and pass the purp 

Me and my dogs ridin' old school whippin' in the back street 

Lookin for the tickets on the strip like Zaxby's 

Now them hoes is out boy believe it 

When they be cute I have to stop 'em 

Love myself some Georgia Peaches 

And daisy dukes wit apple bottoms 

Police tell us leave we wanna chill 

Free plate took the cooked meat on the grill 

Shawty gon' choose when she see me lean 

Make the draws drop fast like my TV screens 

So high think I might overdose 

Behind tint gettin' bent tint smokin' dro 

Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies 

See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty 

At the park, Sunday at the park 

I'm at the park tryna holla at every girl 

The paint on the Chevy drippin' like a jheri curl 

We covered in candy on mustard and mayonnaise 

We ride 30 spokes while the others on fan blades 

We firin' up the dro bumpin' Frankie and Maze 

Top down sittin', low chillin' under the shade 

Watchin' cars, cruisin' I should walk wit jewelry 

The broads they choosin' baby how you doin' 

Some barbequin', playin' cards they losin 

Everyone gets stupid, then they start to shootin' 

Patron in the trunk wit the coolers of brew skis 

We dogs on the hunt for thick hips and the booty 

Fresh dressed like a million bucks 

You see me I keep cologne Red Monkey jeans cuffs 

Then I step out the car then I thought, oh no 

I got back in I forgot my one zone 

Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies 

See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty 

At the park, Sunday at the park 

Hey, it's a ghetto fashion show, who came the freshest 

Who donk the meanest, who paint the wettest 

It ain't you that's why ya chick chose me 

I park a big body like Miss Monique 

Freak ho tight clothes, showin' off her belly ring 

Look like she twenty-five prolly only seventeen 

It's Shawn Jay y'all know how I buy homie 

New antique tags 2 2 9 on it 

Hard tops and drops halter tops 

Broads flop and jock we watch and clock 

Got a plate of macaroni pork and beans and ribs 

Two pieces of light bread cool aid to sip 

It's hotter than a sunny day in hell 

Can't wait to get to the park like it's money in the mail 

We smokin', drankin', kickin', it chillin 

Maxin', relaxin', celebratin', yeah 

Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies 

See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty 

At the park, Sunday at the park 

Rollin' slow on molten 30's, gold over my pearlies 

See a lady I get flirty this is how we do it in the dirty 

At the park, Sunday at the park