Percs
I pop alotta
And I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Perkys, perkys, yeah I love them perkys
Please give me a 10 because I do not trust them 30s
Yeah I got my burner on my hip why you worried
I tried to keep it quiet but I know these niggas heard me
Said you had my back but you lying you deserted me
She said she wanna be my bitch dat bitch do not deserve me
I do not know you but you know me so you heard of me
If I make one call then they coming in a hurry
Running of them percs got my vision blurry
Yeah my name on papers but I gotta stick right wit it
Yeah some niggas my homies but I gotta keep my distance
And you gotta take yo chances nigga gotta swing for the fences
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
We popped alotta 4s
We sold alotta O's
I had to tuck my pole
We finna rock a show
All these racks we finna throw
Let all da bitches know
If he asking for some smoke then dis 40 finna blow
Keep alotta sticks
We hit alotta licks
Got me shooting niggas shit wit Dior up on my kicks
Gotta watch out for da snakes
Lotta niggas fake
All dis count we finna make
Might be yo life I'm finna take
Can't nobody hide
Them niggas finna slide
Niggas turning picking sides
If dats yo gang you gotta ride
It ain't shit to check a bag
Why da fuck you looking mad
If you broke get off yo ass
Catch a jugg make sure its glass
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
And I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Perkys, perkys, yeah I love them perkys
Please give me a 10 because I do not trust them 30s
Yeah I got my burner on my hip why you worried
I tried to keep it quiet but I know these niggas heard me
Said you had my back but you lying you deserted me
She said she wanna be my bitch dat bitch do not deserve me
I do not know you but you know me so you heard of me
If I make one call then they coming in a hurry
Running of them percs got my vision blurry
Yeah my name on papers but I gotta stick right wit it
Yeah some niggas my homies but I gotta keep my distance
And you gotta take yo chances nigga gotta swing for the fences
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
We popped alotta 4s
We sold alotta O's
I had to tuck my pole
We finna rock a show
All these racks we finna throw
Let all da bitches know
If he asking for some smoke then dis 40 finna blow
Keep alotta sticks
We hit alotta licks
Got me shooting niggas shit wit Dior up on my kicks
Gotta watch out for da snakes
Lotta niggas fake
All dis count we finna make
Might be yo life I'm finna take
Can't nobody hide
Them niggas finna slide
Niggas turning picking sides
If dats yo gang you gotta ride
It ain't shit to check a bag
Why da fuck you looking mad
If you broke get off yo ass
Catch a jugg make sure its glass
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
Man I pop alotta percs
It feel so good it hurt
I fell in love wit syrup
Ya boy came from the dirt
But I came in dis bitch clean
My bitch she bad she mean
I might buy her Celine
Smokin zaza and Supreme
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Writer(s): Matt Durham
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