
Half A Perc wifisfuneral (Ft. Caskey)
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[Hook: Wifisfuneral]
Half a perc up in my system
Just for some motivation
I ride on dubs, box Chevys
And get that foreign to race 'em
Okay, I flex too much, it's quite obscene
Two bitches, siamese
They kick it, join my soccer team
I'm off that bean like, "Fuck you mean?"
[Bridge: Wifisfuneral]
I'm on that bean, ay
I'm off that bean, ay
I'm on that bean, ay, ay
I'm on that bean, ay, yeah, ay
[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
I just pulled up in that foreign
Two door coupe, ay, with that top back
They counting so much racks up in my hands
So they tryna catch me up, up in a mousetrap
Been flexing and finessing too damn hard, they be like
"Lil Ric Flair, you need to stop that", but I copped that
Red dropped up in my Faygos
So I had to mix the Tech, I must've sold him that
Yeah, I called my banker up and get some racks
And then I blow it, damn
Like we be lurking state-to-state
Just to make some plays and bring the racks again
Bad bitch for my preference
Said her name Mercedes, so I ride the bitch
Test drive the bitch off a whole perc and a lot of sticks
But I bet you can't do it like me
Flex so hard with the racks and the cheese
Six K on my waist, them's Saint Laurent jeans
Half a perc up in my system
Just for some motivation
I ride on dubs, box Chevys
And get that foreign to race 'em
Okay, I flex too much, it's quite obscene
Two bitches, siamese
They kick it, join my soccer team
I'm off that bean like, "Fuck you mean?"
[Bridge: Wifisfuneral]
I'm on that bean, ay
I'm off that bean, ay
I'm on that bean, ay, ay
I'm on that bean, ay, yeah, ay
[Verse 1: Wifisfuneral]
I just pulled up in that foreign
Two door coupe, ay, with that top back
They counting so much racks up in my hands
So they tryna catch me up, up in a mousetrap
Been flexing and finessing too damn hard, they be like
"Lil Ric Flair, you need to stop that", but I copped that
Red dropped up in my Faygos
So I had to mix the Tech, I must've sold him that
Yeah, I called my banker up and get some racks
And then I blow it, damn
Like we be lurking state-to-state
Just to make some plays and bring the racks again
Bad bitch for my preference
Said her name Mercedes, so I ride the bitch
Test drive the bitch off a whole perc and a lot of sticks
But I bet you can't do it like me
Flex so hard with the racks and the cheese
Six K on my waist, them's Saint Laurent jeans
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