Perico
I know they look at me crazy
They know I'm wet and im wavy
Y'all ain't on this
Look at my neck and my wrist
Louis v belt around my hips
Y'all know I'm crazy
But I know God got me
That's why y'all ain't grazed me
Thank all my babies
Thank my old lady
Cuz they low-key saved me
Born in the 80s
I was bored with my dailys
Bored looked like lazy
Fuck out my face
Man that boy look angry
Now that boy look famous
These are my brothers
We the motherfuking Wayans
The life I live is dangerous
Got to watch jackers
Got to watch 12
Got to watch haters
I'm on opiates
Pop like amapola
I want that medical
Thats that good ganja
I want that perico
That's that good coca
I want that medical
That's that good molta
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Close your eyes
And think about
What you'll do
When i run in yo house
Now visualize
20 niggas outside
Standing in your front yard
And they all got ARs
And they screaming out
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of Mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico right out of Mexico
Y'all done told it all
Nigga done sold his self out
I ain't got nothing to flex bout
Y'all ain't left nothing to guess bout
Niggas not involved
Snitching at its best now
Nothing to be sad bout
Always got my head down
Always on my own by my lonesome
Swear I've been this cold
Got pneumonia
I been moving zones
Ain't no sport pun
Started moving bud
I moved up
I'm on opiates
Pop like amapola
I want that medical
Thats that good ganja
I want that perico
That's that good coca
I want that medical
That's that good molta
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Close your eyes
And think about
What you'll do
When i run in yo house
Now visualize
20 niggas outside
Standing in your front yard
And they all got ARs
And they screaming out
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of Mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico right out of Mexico
They know I'm wet and im wavy
Y'all ain't on this
Look at my neck and my wrist
Louis v belt around my hips
Y'all know I'm crazy
But I know God got me
That's why y'all ain't grazed me
Thank all my babies
Thank my old lady
Cuz they low-key saved me
Born in the 80s
I was bored with my dailys
Bored looked like lazy
Fuck out my face
Man that boy look angry
Now that boy look famous
These are my brothers
We the motherfuking Wayans
The life I live is dangerous
Got to watch jackers
Got to watch 12
Got to watch haters
I'm on opiates
Pop like amapola
I want that medical
Thats that good ganja
I want that perico
That's that good coca
I want that medical
That's that good molta
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Close your eyes
And think about
What you'll do
When i run in yo house
Now visualize
20 niggas outside
Standing in your front yard
And they all got ARs
And they screaming out
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of Mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico right out of Mexico
Y'all done told it all
Nigga done sold his self out
I ain't got nothing to flex bout
Y'all ain't left nothing to guess bout
Niggas not involved
Snitching at its best now
Nothing to be sad bout
Always got my head down
Always on my own by my lonesome
Swear I've been this cold
Got pneumonia
I been moving zones
Ain't no sport pun
Started moving bud
I moved up
I'm on opiates
Pop like amapola
I want that medical
Thats that good ganja
I want that perico
That's that good coca
I want that medical
That's that good molta
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Close your eyes
And think about
What you'll do
When i run in yo house
Now visualize
20 niggas outside
Standing in your front yard
And they all got ARs
And they screaming out
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
Right out of Mexico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico i want that perico
I want that perico right out of Mexico
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Writer(s): Antuane Dawaune Scott Smith
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