Percasseur (feat. Yeat & Exodus1900)

Let's Go
They gon let me in the gates
I ain't lying I told the truth
Used to be broke yeah, used to feel like you
That G2, Twizzy, I'm so proud of you!
Way you take this everyday, issa damn haunt you
No, probably because I do what I want to
I see my racks getting taller and your racks getting smaller
Always keep that baby bottle, I feel like a toddler
Sit in the middle of hunnits
Brought that out the back, I don't care what you make (No)
I'm bout to get so rich they see the Bently, I'm in a tank (Ou)
Top from this bitch insane!
I'm in love with her frame!

Give me, Felacio, 1 me 3 bitches that's the ratio
My team been winning
It's getting hard to forget it
For you, it's been a Lil minute
I just been sinning making my cash replenish
Bitch she wanna come finish yeah
You know how my niggas been moving
Hop out the whip and I really go stupid
Bitch catch feelings? I feel like I'm cupid
Higher den the ceiling I'm sipping on Houston

He a lightweight he puking
All my niggas percasseurs
Ain't no fight date we shooting
Then we leave him in the sewer
Like some mice bait, you get lured
Then we poke him up w that skewer
My niggas really keep score
While u niggas singing on tour
We gon kick in that back door
We gon take him out like chores (Aye!)

Take him out like chores
Take him out like chores aye Get
Get shit like its the motherfucking fourth
Get so dumb while we go fucking overboard Uh
Most these niggas suck they got the hoes bored Uh Yeah
I get rich and then I buy the whole store whole store
I'm dressing different we not cut from the same cloth from the same cloth
I'm my own boss
Playing messy with the bit, tell her kick rocks
We getting messy in this shit
We don't play soft

Ay Yeah, Yeah Nah Nah
We don't play soft Nah Nah Nah
We don't play soft Nah Nah Nah
We don't play soft Yeah, Yeah, Yeah



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Writer(s): Cordell Thompson
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