Before I Go
I just wanna... Yeah
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
I got racks stuffed in my Givenchy
& they keep pinching me
Whole lotta pensions
My shooters got a whole lotta pensions
'Nother late night on a mission
Mobbin' with the gang goin fishing
We gone pick em pick 'em off like fishing
We slide every-time we efficient
My pockets so fat got my pants super tight it's offensive
Niggas don't know what I been through
I'm with the gang lil boy you can't get through
& I don't really care what you been through
I'm at a private party you can't get to
They be playing my songs everywhere that they go
It's gone cost if they want me to spin thru
I was in the A late night geeked of the shrooms
Fucked around linked up with Trapsay
I took me some X, I had a good day
I fucked on my side bitch and went on my way
Shawty wanted Perish stuck shawty told a nigga stay
I be runnin it up, breakin' the bank
& When you see me please just know that
I don't give a fuck bout what you think
'Cause we the ones that started this
We the ones that's poppin shit
We the ones that's droppin' cash on
All these niggas that's actin'
I don't like to talk so quit asking
I'm the young nigga litty can't fuck with no has been
I ran this shit up with a passion only thing left to do now is
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
It's a lot of talk a lot of snitchin'
Spend a long time in the kitchen
Whippin them dishes
My motherfuckin' fingers was itchin
Reloading got lots ammunition
So many pounds I wanna Bench 'em
Niggas be fuckin' clowns on these bozo missions
Stay with the pole I be fishing
Yeah Cartier with the vision
I call the plays Lane Kiffin
Hop out the bank let's get it
I ain't been feelin' this m'fn money in a minute
Take the brain off the coupe we spin it
Ain't no kissin she just gone make the decision
Put yo right bitch in detention
Meanwhile my shooters jus cashed on another lil pension
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
I got racks stuffed in my Givenchy
& they keep pinching me
Whole lotta pensions
My shooters got a whole lotta pensions
'Nother late night on a mission
Mobbin' with the gang goin fishing
We gone pick em pick 'em off like fishing
We slide every-time we efficient
My pockets so fat got my pants super tight it's offensive
Niggas don't know what I been through
I'm with the gang lil boy you can't get through
& I don't really care what you been through
I'm at a private party you can't get to
They be playing my songs everywhere that they go
It's gone cost if they want me to spin thru
I was in the A late night geeked of the shrooms
Fucked around linked up with Trapsay
I took me some X, I had a good day
I fucked on my side bitch and went on my way
Shawty wanted Perish stuck shawty told a nigga stay
I be runnin it up, breakin' the bank
& When you see me please just know that
I don't give a fuck bout what you think
'Cause we the ones that started this
We the ones that's poppin shit
We the ones that's droppin' cash on
All these niggas that's actin'
I don't like to talk so quit asking
I'm the young nigga litty can't fuck with no has been
I ran this shit up with a passion only thing left to do now is
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
I got Rick on me with Givenchy
It's a lot of talk a lot of snitchin'
Spend a long time in the kitchen
Whippin them dishes
My motherfuckin' fingers was itchin
Reloading got lots ammunition
So many pounds I wanna Bench 'em
Niggas be fuckin' clowns on these bozo missions
Stay with the pole I be fishing
Yeah Cartier with the vision
I call the plays Lane Kiffin
Hop out the bank let's get it
I ain't been feelin' this m'fn money in a minute
Take the brain off the coupe we spin it
Ain't no kissin she just gone make the decision
Put yo right bitch in detention
Meanwhile my shooters jus cashed on another lil pension
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
I just wanna Perish in Paris
Niggas must be geeked up they keep on staring
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Writer(s): Tyler Washington
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