I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah)
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I´m gettin´ personal now All I can see is the purplest clouds Oh my God, I´m gettin´ virtual now I´m ´bout to sip on this syrup ´til I drown Oh my God, I´m gettin´ thirstier now I´m ballin´ way too hard on these clowns They ´bout to give me a personal foul I´ma thank God for my existence I´ma thank God for my charisma I´ma thank God that I´m in the business And I´ma thank God I´m not in the system I´ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in I´ma thank God for the times I done risked it I´ma thank God for workin´ out the logistics I´ma thank God that I´m not a statistic All of my jewelry is fuckin´ ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious All of my goons take everything serious Run in the building and kill your superiors Killin´ the staff and kill the affiliates Smokin´ this gas just like it´s some helium I see y´all ass all in my peripheral Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian She workin´ that ass continuous I´m workin´ my plans, ingenuous I´m talkin´ ´bout mags and millions Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem I got a monogamous smile I do not know how I do how I give all to my daughters, no doubt It´s been all about now until now I´ve been keepin´ it quiet but loud I´ve been keepin´ it private but proud I´ve been treatin´ the fire like flowers
I´ve been keepin´ it silent but "Pow" And she ´bout to twerk on the ground Oh my God, she gettin´ personal now Oh my God, I´m ´bout to skirt on her blouse Oh my God, she ´bout to slurp up a child (Yeah) She ´bout to twerk on the ground Oh my God, she gettin´ personal now Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd Oh my God, she ´bout to surf in the crowd Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I´m gettin´ personal now Call up my phone and my service was down Sorry, I ain´t been on Earth in a while Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I´m gettin´ personal now Call up my phone and my service was down Sorry, I ain´t been on Earth in a while I´m ´bout to sip on this syrup ´til I drown
Oh my God, I´m gettin´ thirstier now I´m ballin´ way too hard on these clowns They ´bout to give me a personal foul, damn
[Part II]
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son
Uh, let´s get personal, Percocet got me vertical Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32 It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout I´m on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud I´m an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow ´case I die quick, I´m alive, bitch Born piss poor, I´ma die rich full of my shit Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage Leave you lookin´ like January 2nd, July 5th Y´all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise Took a few L´s without ´em, I couldn´t spell ´Life´ Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga I´ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga
Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud Oh my God, I´m gettin´ personal now All I could see is the purplest clouds Oh my God, we gettin´ virtual now I´m ´bout to sip on this syrup ´til I drown Oh my God, I´m gettin´ thirstier now I´m ballin´ way too hard on these clowns They ´bout to give me a personal foul