[Intro]

I ain't even pop my perc yet

I ain't even pop my perc yet, where it's at?

I can't find that bitch, god damn

Where my perc at?

Tryna find it, where my perc at?

I'm tryna find it in my coat, in my coat

I can't find it, I can't find it

Where my perc at? Where my perc at?

[Verse 1]

If my bitch start another argument I'm gon' leave her

How the fuck I get blood on my new wife beater?

Choke a nigga out and beat him wit' a wife beater

Domestic violence, I heard you a wife beater

I'ma go and rent me out a house and plant weed in it

Nigga I don't wanna hit yo' blunt, I seen a seed in it

I'ma go and rent me out a house and do fraud in it

They won't even see me in my car, it's cause they all tinted

I'ma shoot a movie with this clip, Cole Bennett

I'ma fuck another nigga bitch, now he wanna kill me

Pint came with the seal, you don't really swipe for real

Banana clip hangin' out the draco, you banana split

Make a nigga disappear, show him my new magic trick

I just went live wit' 50k and left niggas sick

How the fuck you keep gettin' robbed? It don't make sense

Broke lil' niggas, they can't even make ends meet

Fake page, sent a death threat, left his family upset

Niggas sayin' I'm up next but I'm really up now

Niggas better duck down when I start sendin' rounds

Through the house and the windows and the couch

(Ooh, come on talkin' crazy)

I can't fit a hundred thousand in the Louis pouch

So I put it in the backpack, lil' nigga back back

Go and think about what you just did and go backtrack

Pulled up to this lil' nigga house, he ain't come back out

If you make the wrong move I'ma pull the strap out

Pulled up to the wrong house

Nigga this ain't what you want

Moncler for the coat, three racks for the jacket

Fake runtz in the packet, he ain't even know it's fake

Damn this bitch pussy stank

Damn I'm 'bout to go and leave

Fuck it, pullin' out her weave

Fuck it, pullin' out her wig

Stressin' smokin on a cig but I'm 'bout to roll a blunt

Fuck it, smoke another opp

Fuck it, pour another pop

Kill a nigga then I'm 'bout to kill a muhfuckin' cop

(Aye lemme hear it from the top)

Damn, how that shit rhyme?

Kill a nigga, do the time

Known for commitin' crimes, yeah it's in my blood

They wanna kick me out, threw too much money in the strip club

Rob a nigga then I strip his ass like a strip club

Flyin' down yo' street in a car that's from Midnight Club

I just shot a nigga in the dark in a midnight club

Arguin' wit' my plug over the phone, nigga send that bud

Sativa, indica, this shit give me energy

I don't got no sympathy, I don't got no enemies

I don't got no opps, cause they all dead

Bitch gimme head, in my bed

Right now, I might make his head red

I was young as hell doin' shit I wasn't suppose to be

I'ma put all this money in the bank where it's suppose to be

I'ma put some money up for all the niggas close to me

I got a AR-15, don't get close to me

And it mean the most to me, got bullets wit' yo' name ready

I just pulled up on my bitch and she wasn't ready

And I fell out wit' some niggas cause they really petty

I got more money, do you wanna make a bet?

We bought more choppas so you don't wanna make a threat

Me Quon and Kev, call us the triple threat

Pull up on his block with three straps, that's the triple threat

(So good)