Perculations

Lyrics
[Intro] Gxupo, blow they speakers out Yeah, uh Yeah, uh Yeah, uh Uh Uh, uh Yeah [Chorus] I ain't finna stop until I get a milly I run up them bands, my money go silly I'm on the eastside in the Helly' Whole lotta Percs 10s in my belly I'm gettin' Percie letter, you gon' feel me I don't need friends, kill 'em, call me Melly My diamonds, they shinin', flashin' out the Skelly Money, I'm too tight with the teller Goin' out sad, I don't know what to tell ya I done turned into a whole damn villain Top floor but you wouldn't know that feelin' I done turned into a rich ass fella Told you thе shit I did, I gotta kill ya All of these faces gеttin' too familiar As I get old the shit is gettin' realer Servin' that pack, pack like the dealer [Verse] Uh, yeah I'm with all them killers, rockin' chinchilla Don't get on my nerves, hitter, 'fore I send them drillers I said "Fo', what up? What's crackin'?" Somebody shot 'em, what happened? Guess you was build for the net, not that action I can see when you come in my path, we get crackin' See when you come in my path, we get blastin' Better go play it off like it ain't happened Told me [?] "I'm a white bitch" Then he got jammed up with that stick Came in with dual wield like Wick I'm in a grey 'Vette like Wick, uh [Bridge] I'm up in Ella I'm with Ella I'm up in Ella In Margiela On Melrose in a four-wheeler All hell break loose when I pull up All the hoes come out when I pull up Uh huh [Chorus] I ain't finna stop until I get a milly I run up them bands, my money go silly I'm on the eastside in the Helly' Whole lotta Percs 10s in my belly I'm gettin' Percie letter, you gon' feel me I don't need friends, kill 'em, call me Melly My diamonds, they shinin', flashin' out the Skelly Money, I'm too tight with the teller Goin' out sad, I don't know what to tell ya I done turned into a whole damn villain Top floor but you wouldn't know that feelin' I done turned into a rich ass fella Told you the shit I did, I gotta kill ya All of these faces gettin' too familiar As I get old the shit is gettin' realer Servin' that pack, pack like the dealer
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Credits
- Writers
- Dom Corleo