Wayne Perry (feat. Big Scarr)

Yeah nigga, fuck you talmbout
Huncho nigga, Ape
4TRE BUSINESS 1017
Yeah

They say I'm throwed off, out my mind, well bitch you made me crazy
Niggas on the gram with all that tough shit, they can't come to Lil Haiti
Brand new 30 Glock, with the dick, and it ain't got no safety
Bitch I run with apes and we ain't dodging shit but federal cases
My partner facing 30, but he good I pay his commissary
365 I'm working, no days off January to January
Nigga want smoke I'm lurking, Ima run down on a nigga like Wayne Perry
Had to cut my old bitch off, got me a bomb, and me and the streets got married

Uh, yeah, feeling juiced up no jerry curl
Straight to the loot like wish me well
Drive the Scat Pack like a bat out of hell
I used to trap on the block serving Doug in the Knox, now my pocket full of guap
Reach for this chain and get popped
100 Shots in the drop, I know they waiting on me to flop
Helped unc at the door before it locked
While I'm sitting in da spot, but I never sold a rock
Exotic too strong make my mouth feel like cotton candy
Double nuts on the AR like I'm sandy
Call me Scarr Houdini make niggas vanish
She seen my mouth and she came out her panties
Percocet on us, ion fuck with no xanny
Trappin and stacking that's really my talent

They say I'm throwed off, out my mind, well bitch you made me crazy
Niggas on the gram with all that tough shit, they can't come to Lil Haiti
Brand new 30 Glock, with the dick, and it ain't got no safety
Bitch I run with apes and we ain't dodging shit but federal cases
My partner facing 30, but he good I pay his commissary
365 I'm working, no days off January to January
Nigga want smoke I'm lurking, Ima run down on a nigga like Wayne Perry
Had to cut my old bitch off, got me a bomb, and me and the streets got married

Oak Drive, 400 block, that's the 4th Zone
King Ape aka the demon, get yo head blown
Pussy nigga, we can go to war I got my bread long
Caught em slipping, could've did em dirty, I put my head on
Jet Fuel, Diamond Dust OG I'm smoking real Za
Real Jagger, I just slut her out and let you you take her out
I got the drop, Ape know where he at we finna take em off
Wipe his nose, get the stash, don't leave the dope. Go get it off
Murder 1, Ape just went to trial got 30 to the door
Bitch I'm on da block, I ain't Ludacris but I been serving bows
I just left from Status, Baguettes in my pendant got me feeling cold
It get really active, disrespect the business get hit with this Pole

They say I'm throwed off, out my mind, well bitch you made me crazy
Niggas on the gram with all that tough shit, they can't come to Lil Haiti
Brand new 30 Glock, with the dick, and it ain't got no safety
Bitch I run with apes and we ain't dodging shit but federal cases
My partner facing 30, but he good I pay his commissary
365 I'm working, no days off January to January
Nigga want smoke I'm lurking, Ima run down on a nigga like Wayne Perry
Had to cut my old bitch off, got me a bomb, and me and the streets got married



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Writer(s): Josh Fleming, Blake Hardge
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