[Intro]
(Venexxi)
(SK Fusion)
Ayy
[Chorus]
Pop me a perc till I ain’t feelin' nun
Boxing this blunt till it’s punching my lungs
I was 14 when I fucked on my first one
I was 15 when I got me my first gun
Fucked on a milf, yeah I like my bitch older
Fuck in her bed gave me head on the sofa
16 momma said she had enough
I came home late she caught me with the gun
AR-15s we were 17 with it could wet up the block leave you there with the fishes
18 I was a young drug dealer
Ganged up we with some real right niggas
Turnt up riding round bad bitch with us
Glock 19 came with a switch on it
We got ARPs and a cooler kit on it
Better turn the fuck up till the bass break glass
[Verse]
Jump, yeah, jump, yeah
Jump, yeah, percocet's
I want a lambo big body urus
I’m in a fast one, pills got me furious
Drugs out my body it flow through my system
Told 'em don’t try me, these niggas don’t listen
My bitch bisexual her and her kissin
I’m out my body bitch I have ascended
Colors morphing all over the room
Eyes dilated I’m lit off a shroom
Hyperventilating I’m in my zone
I’m too elevated outta my soul
Yeah, I could OD
Red in my water it’s bleeding
Fucked me in Christian Diors she a demon
Locked jaw hurting my teeth
She wanna have it my way, but not in my crib and no I ain’t stayin'
You wasn’t tryna show love, until I was up, now I grew my wings fly away
Hell yeah, I been getting these hoes before any fame, before all this I been that man
Hell yea bitch I been in pain, if you took my place you would’ve blew off your brain
I jump in a jet, movin' dem bows in a charter
Pop me, a Percocet, she don’t feel safe when I’m driving
I bet my name ring a bell now
I was chosen you can tell
Some of my brothers still live by the Tech nine
Bitch you goin to hell
[Verse 2]
Jump x5
I’m sweating I’m lit off the x
Jump x12
Flex flex I’m relaxing
Show no love to thots checks what I’m chasing
Get rich on my opps, like I ain’t got no option
I fill my lungs up walk out the bank like it’s funny
We off that yerk we on nonsense I pour up like I’m Bun B
My stomach hurt off that oxy crease up my air force ones
Hell nah, I ain’t stopping on putting in work till my niggas in foreigns and up in the hill
We just some confident niggas in love with them commas and dividends who we not better than