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Yea, aye
Yea
Yea, yea
Yea
I gave her some dick, she callin’ me da da
Nah shut the f#ck up, b#tch Im not your papa
And these bullets connecting like wifi
And I feel like a sheep, cause I told that b#tch ba ba
And Im making these plays work like magic with the pack
That sh#t disappearin’ like tada
Got a chop and that sh#t go grah grah
Leave that boy like he played in some tie dye
Im killin these beats, call me Perky Columbine
Said you getting b#tches, boy you is a funny guy
On my way to the bank, Im laughing like haha
And your b#tch in the telly like gaga
Rollin that stank, Im smokin’ that zaza
I heard your last song, that sh#t was so caca
Whatever you doin’ need to damn stop
I showed him the Glock, then that n#gg# heart stopped
He askin’ like what is that sh#t on my head?
b#tch it’s not a pimple, lil b#tch it’s a red dot
And I coulda swore this was a playground
Cause the way my Glock made that boy hopscotch
And I coulda swore he was a dancer
When I shoot my Glock he dance like a Tiktok
Not talkin bout my Gunna, my plug got them P’s
He pushin’ that sh#t and it won’t stop
Yea, I’ma do that boy dirty
I’ma leave that boy in the street hurtin’
I got a chop by my side, put me a clip on that b#tch
Now that sh#t hold a hundred
I pop on the scene, with sh#t you never seen
These n#gg#s like, “Perc boy you stunning”
We kill that lil boy then we dump ‘em
These n#gg#s be hating, but f#ck ‘em
These n#gg#s gon’ sit in the house and hate
But n#gg# they came when Im thumbing
He talkin’ too reckless, he talkin’ too tough
We pull up my n#gg#s gon’ slump em
I run through this money, I f#ck up these commas
I feel like a n#gg# is c#mming
Why dont you want me like these other boys do?
They stare at me while I stare at-
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P3RCC Lyrics – Wont Stop