No Hook, Pt. 2 (Perc On Me)
I was skipping school to hit the studio
Me and Sosa catching plays, let nothing go like Julio
Fuckin' on a cougar hoe
Thinking in my head, if she gon' put up my tuition though
I been having flavor, it ain't nothing for me to put it on
Say he want some static, but homie, I don't play the radio
If I'm out in traffic, yeah, I'm probably with a yellow bone
Hard to catch me lacking, FN on my hip like cellular phones
He reach at my neck, it's gon' be R.I.P. to so-and-so
I know niggas hatin', but I don't care these niggas so-and-so's
Don't fuck with these bitches unless she really got it going on
I gotta watch my back, I know they plottin
Gotta know these niggas, envy these bitches never solid
She a nasty bitch, she get me off like, Johnny Cochran
I keep popping pills, I told my girl I was gon' stop it
Perk on me on itching, six feet, give me distance
FN with a laser beam, no missing, keep extensions
Lil' ho, she be trippin', the only way she get a ring
If she played with Scottie Pippen
Uh, I heard he sneak dissin
I hope he got his shoes tied, cause I'm forever trippin
I smoke until I'm too high, that za hit a lil' different
Trapper, but I'm rappin', these niggas just actin
I just gotta another load, can't wait to bust em' out the wrapper
On these niggas neck like a chain, but mine shining real diamonds
I might bust her down like a Rollie, I had to hit it one more time
It gon' be hard to get some sleep, when you know you gotta grind
They say it's easy to finesse, when you got money on your mind
Get fly like an eagle, I make hits, Jeter
If they put me in a group, I'm John Lennon from them Beatles
If I ever cop a coupe, I drop the roof like I went single
I hit the trap and run it up, I'm tryna stack it up like Pringles
I cannot give out no more clout, you gotta pay me for the feature
I know these rapping' niggas doubted, I just keep on makin' heater
Uh, yeah,
And I'm riding with that heater
you know I really do this shit, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'
Big Texaco, in this motherfucker, Exit 28
Yeah
And I spit it like a preacher
Yeah, yeah, Lets go
You gotta pay me for the feature
I make hits like Jeter
Only way she get a ring, if she played with Scottie Pippen
Me and Sosa catching plays, let nothing go like Julio
Fuckin' on a cougar hoe
Thinking in my head, if she gon' put up my tuition though
I been having flavor, it ain't nothing for me to put it on
Say he want some static, but homie, I don't play the radio
If I'm out in traffic, yeah, I'm probably with a yellow bone
Hard to catch me lacking, FN on my hip like cellular phones
He reach at my neck, it's gon' be R.I.P. to so-and-so
I know niggas hatin', but I don't care these niggas so-and-so's
Don't fuck with these bitches unless she really got it going on
I gotta watch my back, I know they plottin
Gotta know these niggas, envy these bitches never solid
She a nasty bitch, she get me off like, Johnny Cochran
I keep popping pills, I told my girl I was gon' stop it
Perk on me on itching, six feet, give me distance
FN with a laser beam, no missing, keep extensions
Lil' ho, she be trippin', the only way she get a ring
If she played with Scottie Pippen
Uh, I heard he sneak dissin
I hope he got his shoes tied, cause I'm forever trippin
I smoke until I'm too high, that za hit a lil' different
Trapper, but I'm rappin', these niggas just actin
I just gotta another load, can't wait to bust em' out the wrapper
On these niggas neck like a chain, but mine shining real diamonds
I might bust her down like a Rollie, I had to hit it one more time
It gon' be hard to get some sleep, when you know you gotta grind
They say it's easy to finesse, when you got money on your mind
Get fly like an eagle, I make hits, Jeter
If they put me in a group, I'm John Lennon from them Beatles
If I ever cop a coupe, I drop the roof like I went single
I hit the trap and run it up, I'm tryna stack it up like Pringles
I cannot give out no more clout, you gotta pay me for the feature
I know these rapping' niggas doubted, I just keep on makin' heater
Uh, yeah,
And I'm riding with that heater
you know I really do this shit, nigga
You know what I'm sayin'
Big Texaco, in this motherfucker, Exit 28
Yeah
And I spit it like a preacher
Yeah, yeah, Lets go
You gotta pay me for the feature
I make hits like Jeter
Only way she get a ring, if she played with Scottie Pippen
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Writer(s): Tyquadre Rosser
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