I got percs, yea I got lean
And I’m with sum shooters don’t give a f#ck we’ll spray up the scene
Totin’ choppas yea up the beam
Feel like Trippie I can’t see a thang!
I got percs, yea I got lean (I got lean)
And I’m with sum shooters don’t give a f#ck we’ll spray up the scene (up the scene)
Totin’ choppas yea up the beam (up the beam)
Feel like Trippie I can’t see a thang! (see a damn thang)
If it ain’t guap
Double cup full of drank
b#tch I’m sippin’ on that wock
Hit my backwood you might faint
b#tch I’m smokin’ on that za
And I’m doing sh#t that you can’t
Nah i don’t f#ck with y’all!
I’m finna be a star baby
Finna have foreign cars baby
I Started going up now everybody acting strange lately
Want a feature? Better pay me (you better pay me hoe)
Smoking gas rollin’ dope
Just poured me up a 4
Down bad left me all alone, can’t trust a soul
And my b#tch she hold it down she grip my pole
And if I say one word she gon’ let it blow!
And if it’s smoke then it’s up yea that’s fosho!
Pull up drop the top they tryna be me
Im off the gas this sh#t exotic can’t even see
Ok ok no NLE this choppa stay so close to me
And she like Nyne you got the key
I got Rick Owens on my feet
n#gg#s still hating wanna be me
I got percs, yea I got lean (I got lean)
And I’m with sum shooters don’t give a f#ck we’ll spray up the scene (up the scene)
Totin’ choppas yea up the beam (up the beam)
Feel like Trippie I can’t see a thang! (see a damn thang)
If it ain’t guap
Double cup full of drank
b#tch I’m sippin’ on that wock
Hit my backwood you might faint
b#tch I’m smokin’ on that za
And I’m doing sh#t that you can’t
Nah i don’t f#ck with y’all! (Nah i don’t f#ck with y’all)
Yea Smoking gas rollin dope (rollin dope yea)
Yea my b#tch she hold it down
She let it blow
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