[Chorus: FME Tavo]
I need three Percs when I wake up
My nigga [?], I told him wake up
Count fiend, I need to wake up
Whip that dope, then I scrape up
Trap jumpin', bitch, my trap jumpin'
Look at my wrist, bitch, I'm gettin' money
That Draco short, but it hold a hundred
The wrong move, I'll knock out your tummy

[Verse 1: FME Tavo]
Full of these Percs, when I sit down a nigga be noddin'
I told my nigga I'm wide awake, he like, "Quit flodgin'"
I break my wrist when I cook dope, I make shit bounce
Could sell you the whole thing but I make more when I sell by the ounce
.40 on my lap, nigga I ain't loafin', I keep it on me
Niggas be cappin', and they be lackin', they don't really want it
Trappin' out the Benz with a hundred round Draco sittin' inside it
Ain't no talkin' when a nigga say beef, bitch, we slidin'

[Chorus: FME Tavo]
I need three Percs when I wake up
My nigga [?], I told him wake up
Count fiend, I need to wake up
Whip that dope, then I scrape up
Trap jumpin', bitch, my trap jumpin'
Look at my wrist, bitch, I'm gettin' money
That Draco short, but it hold a hundred
The wrong move, I'll knock out your tummy
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