[Verse 1: OsamaSon]
Plottin' on that lick, yeah (That shit is fucking trash)
Yeah, I knew I was insane when I flipped that whip, yeah
Spin yo' block and dip (F-Fuck off the airway)
I'on wanna hear that shit (No)
Came through, 'xtended clip
Brand new Glock with switch
Gunpowder on my fit
Boy, you broke, I know you not hip, go
Send you to the star, bitch
I'm like E.T.,tryna send 'em home
Please don't diss on my phone (Bitch)
Cause I like the smoke, yeah
Choppa, cook filet mignon
Turn yo' bro to ghost, yeah
Smoke 'Za and that bitch strong
Smoke got on my clothes, yeah
His ho', love all my songs
Yeah, I'm her ringtone, yeah
[Verse 2: Percatric]
Damn-Damn
Why'd you snake me?
Why'd you plot?
Likе, why'd you hate?
I'm not talking no bank, but, let's cut to the chasе
And I turn that boy to a [?], not talkin' tank
I just wanna see niggas win, but it's not [?] fake
But I gotta look out for me, so it's okay
I'm a pacifist, bitch, I roll with the peace, why you so [?]?
[?] smile on your face
Gotta [?] my [?], bitch, we hittin' the board
Should I creep through the window, or creep through the door?
Leave a fuck nigga poverty stricken, he poor
Put your homie on death row, I feel like I'm Suge
Nigga asked me, “Perc, were you from?”
I say, “I'm from the wish a nigga woulds”
On my way to the top like The Engine that Could
And the G9 a throat demon, get yo soul took
Bitch, I don't need a Glock, 'cause I know how to hook
But I stay with that stick like a game of put-put
In the field [?] P's, I guess I out the Hut
Bitch, you not on the scene, you finna get cut
I'm a MC with the Hammer, nigga, don't touch
You was searching for silver plate, you is not tough
They like, “Perc, what you do?”
I'm like, “Shit, I just put the blick up to my mouth, and I tell that boy hush”
Plottin' on that lick, yeah (That shit is fucking trash)
Yeah, I knew I was insane when I flipped that whip, yeah
Spin yo' block and dip (F-Fuck off the airway)
I'on wanna hear that shit (No)
Came through, 'xtended clip
Brand new Glock with switch
Gunpowder on my fit
Boy, you broke, I know you not hip, go
Send you to the star, bitch
I'm like E.T.,tryna send 'em home
Please don't diss on my phone (Bitch)
Cause I like the smoke, yeah
Choppa, cook filet mignon
Turn yo' bro to ghost, yeah
Smoke 'Za and that bitch strong
Smoke got on my clothes, yeah
His ho', love all my songs
Yeah, I'm her ringtone, yeah
[Verse 2: Percatric]
Damn-Damn
Why'd you snake me?
Why'd you plot?
Likе, why'd you hate?
I'm not talking no bank, but, let's cut to the chasе
And I turn that boy to a [?], not talkin' tank
I just wanna see niggas win, but it's not [?] fake
But I gotta look out for me, so it's okay
I'm a pacifist, bitch, I roll with the peace, why you so [?]?
[?] smile on your face
Gotta [?] my [?], bitch, we hittin' the board
Should I creep through the window, or creep through the door?
Leave a fuck nigga poverty stricken, he poor
Put your homie on death row, I feel like I'm Suge
Nigga asked me, “Perc, were you from?”
I say, “I'm from the wish a nigga woulds”
On my way to the top like The Engine that Could
And the G9 a throat demon, get yo soul took
Bitch, I don't need a Glock, 'cause I know how to hook
But I stay with that stick like a game of put-put
In the field [?] P's, I guess I out the Hut
Bitch, you not on the scene, you finna get cut
I'm a MC with the Hammer, nigga, don't touch
You was searching for silver plate, you is not tough
They like, “Perc, what you do?”
I'm like, “Shit, I just put the blick up to my mouth, and I tell that boy hush”
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