[Intro: LIL PERCYY, YoungFable]

Lil Percyy

(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy)

[Verse 1: LIL PERCYY, YoungFable]

Don’t know what the fuck I’m sippin’

I can’t walk, so, bitch, I’m limpin’

I am slumped, but I am pimpin’

It’s the sweet life, London Tipton

Got, got too much drip, had to make a bitch sip it

Blacked out off xans, now I'm thinkin’ ‘bout quittin’

Bitch riding on my broom like we playin’ quidditch

I'm a good boy so I'm rollin’ up my spinach

If she throw it back then you know I gotta hit it

Roll one before it’s done, it’s really never finished

Talkin’ all that shit but he really isn’t with it

Glock, Glock in his mouth, let it finish the sentence

You a pussy boy, so you should start confessin’

If you try to keep up, you’ll never stop stressin’

Run up in your house like Dennis the Menace

And when I run up I push you through dimensions

Beat the pussy up like Rampage Jackson

I smoke faceys, I’m not matching

Add my racks while I’m subtractin’

I love poppin’, it’s my passion

Let me get the beat start spazzin’

If she super bad then I'm super smashin’

Fasten, ‘cause if you then we crashin’

Laughing, he don't want the smoke in the passin’

He don’t want the smoke in the passin’

Brand new check, so, bitch, I’m cashin’

I was moving weight, I was packin’

Making things happen I got used to stackin’

[Interlude: LIL PERCYY]

Your bitch just sent me a text

I flex because I’m up next

I fuck your ex, and then fuck your next

I got no respect, I run up a check

[Verse 2: YoungFable]

Don't fuck with you so I can't sympathize

Mixing up my potion so I gotta synthesize

Got a big bag and it came in a surprise

Got the plug up in Maine and he servin’ supersize

Shout out to the bro cause he always scrutinized

Try to slide through grab my blade do or die

If you want hands, we can battle you and I

Bitch, I'm YoungFable so you should identify

[Refrain: Amp]

He don’t want the smoke, ‘cause he ain’t with twelve

He was tryna get it, gotta get it with the bell

I was tryna pull up on the pill with the [?]

I was tryna get it, tryna get it, get loud

[Verse 3: Amp]

I identify

See him in the target, I could see it in his eyes

He don’t wanna smoke, so I had to [?]

Hit it, hit it, hit it, now she tell me I gon’ quit it

I ain’t tryna get it, so I [?]

She said that she love me, but she don’t want to admit it

I just wanna ride, can you feel it? I can feel it

I roll it up, and I toke it up

And we give it up ‘til we live it up, I said

[Refrain: Amp]

He don’t want the smoke, ‘cause he ain’t with twelve

He was tryna get it, gotta get it with the bell

I was tryna pull up on the pill with the [?]

I was tryna get it, tryna get it, get loud