Sky Skrapin Entertainment





I don't... I don't need your VIP

I'll post up in the parkin' lot.

Post up in the parkin' lot

Post up in the parkin' lot 





Rider lookin so clean

Chevy lookin so mean

Sittin on some colored glass

Like a bottle of some Sobe

I'm at the club you know me

White Tee and Chuck Taylors

LA hat is to the back

The bouncers bein straight haters

Tellin me I can't come in

I gotta meet the dress code

But I don't do that silk shit

These dudes lookin like straight hoes

Gotta have a collared shirt

Naw homie I hate those

Said, "well those the rules" so bump that homie I'm a break those

Chevy with the Lambo doors and it got the popped trunk

Black and white paint job air brushed sayin "GOT DONKS? "

Speakers bumpin Lil' Boosie tellin me to swerve on em

Everybody goin wild parkin on the curb on em

Standin on the roof of the brand new Escalade

I don't need no VIP cause I'm already playa made

And I don't want nobody tellin me what I can and can't do

So I'm a post up in the parkin' lot and act a straight fool









(I bring the party to ME!)

I refuse to take my fitted off and spend up on the cover charge

I ain't puttin on no button up to get up in the club at all

I sip until my cup is gone,

Smoke until the butt is off, and

Post up in the parkin' lot and wait up on the club to close

I can't get up in VIP, I ain't showin no ID

But I brought all the Shawtys so I'm a bring the party straight to me

They hate to see me pullin up

The speakers poundin' loud as fuck

Roundin up they chicks cause they insist on ridin out with us

They wanna see ferreal that's straight

Hope off in the Chevrolet

I tell em bring they friends and let em know that we got extra space

Them bitches hate then let em hate

Don't feed into they jealousy

They made cause you in the position that they'll never be

So let em be, make yourself at home up on these leather seats

Together we can roll out and just zone out to this melody

Sky Skrapin Entertainment, hooked up with them 80's babies

You can't be in the parkin' lot without hearin somebody sayin...









Ay

I don't need a club to meet hoes

So what I gotta dress up for?

I'm here to throw some fuckin bows

And act a fool with my folks

They playin trap shit but scared to let the trappers in

It's packed in with fake cats

So why I wanna chill with them?

I'd rather post up in the parkin' lot and let loose

Got that king kong in the trunk, bangin them raw tunes

There ain't no cover charge

There ain't no dress code

The chick still shakin that ass man it's a free show

Donk riders in they whips show stoppin

Got the folks standin in line, starin and whatchin

Even got the Reaggeton chicks turnin heads

Got they mans all heated I can see em turnin red

Man fuck VIP it's a waste if you ask me

You blowin hunnies just to get up in some hoes jeans?

Shit I could get a chick walkin down the block bitch

It don't need your VIP I'll post up in the lot bitch!