PERC HEAVEN

I'm the type to get juice and put on my hood like treyvon
Auntie think I'm stepping on her sales this ain't Avon
I don't need no scale for a bow eyeball a trey five
If yo bitch say I never fucked just know they lying
We don't never feed in to the ops cause they stay dying
Spin the block and double back three times take like eight lives
Bet y'all niggaz make the nightly news when they go live
If yo nigga say I never horsed em just know bro tried
Up roll
Faggot ass niggaz can't keep up with me
Fuck no
Buddy boy a goofy he can't fuck with me
Bust four
Let a nigga try me it's a gun with me
Cut throat
My make feen hit you with my other Smitty
I'm bout my paper I don't do shit with no backend
Bout to upload dog shit this the caption
You niggaz sit around all day we make it happen
Me and gang don't fall out over hoes thick like molasses
Shitttt

This a different bag
Unky slid down 21 this a different fast
GPS from Lansing ask Siri where Mcnichols at
I'm bout to pull down on yo granny with a nickel bag

Y'all niggaz need to give up let my niggaz in
Mortal kombat me a bitch hit her with a fin
A-R make a nigga face flip then I'm giving tens
You don't never see me in the way I'm out the way with tens



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Writer(s): Devin Williams
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