Lyrics
Got a lot of Perkys in my pocket, damn, bro
Pop that homie if he talkin' shit like Xans, bro
Used to be too broke for weed, now I got bands bro
Go to rehab and stop takin' lean, I can't, bro
Choppa got him dancin' like he in a dance show
YSL and V-Lone on my fuckin' pants, bro
Where yo bitch, she with me dancin' like it's tango
All my opps too fruity like a fuckin' mango
How the hell he get kidnapped like where that man go?
That girl a eater, she ate me up like it's Nando's
I tried to wet him with the blade, but that man ran though
Every song I make some fire like it's candles
She want me to pay attention, but I only want some lean
He just wanna talk, but he don't know I got the beam
White brick, that's a kilo, that's some shit you never seen
Gotta flip it by tomorrow, split it with my team
Balenci sweater, pull up any weather
She was too toxic, damn, that bitch, I had to dead her
Perk put me in a different realm like nether
If you wanna try the product, gotta tester
Tester, tester, in the lab like Dexter
If she really got the wap, I gotta test her
Why you think you tough? You goofy like a jester
Gave my homie 100 grams, that's a nice gesture
Ayy, Big Percules, keep some perks on me
Damn, bro, how I did that
Got a lot of Perkys in my pocket, damn, bro
Pop that homie if he talkin' shit like Xans, bro
Used to be too broke for weed, now I got bands bro
Go to rehab and stop takin' lean, I can't, bro
Choppa got him dancin' like he in a dance show
YSL and V-Lone on my fuckin' pants, bro
Where yo bitch, she with me dancin' like it's tango
All my opps too fruity like a fuckin' mango
Big Percules, and I keep some perks on me
Flip em by the pack, I made that money, certainly
If she wanna throw that pussy, need it urgently
If we really got some beef, then come and murder me
New pack in the mail, I wanna be the first to see
Feel like I'm in GTA, bitch, that's the nerd in me
Before I wet him up, I told him outta courtesy
Possession with intent to sell, and then some burglary
Perky got me spinnin' like I am a Beyblade, huh
Feds behind me, do the race, feel like I'm Tay-K, huh
Traffic stop, got nothin' on me, do the nae-nae, huh
If we catch him, he gon' need more than a band-aid, huh
In court, plead the fifth, cuz bitch, I got nothin' to say, huh
What you pay for rent, bitch, I made that shit right today, huh
Don't get caught up with the federals, just try to evade, huh
Ain't nobody stoppin' me, I'm gonna get my way, huh
Writer(s): Gino Klebba
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