Perc Alot

Lyrics

[Intro] Cutta we rich Ay [Chorus] Bitch, I be poppin' them percs, a lot Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot How many pounds did he move? A lot How many guns he got? (prrah) A lot I'm poppin' percs a lot I'm drinkin' lean a lot (A lot) Nigga, this shit do it die [?] [Verse 1] Yeah they rob 'em, but that shit just a lot I can't beef wit' them boys all they do is just hide They demand I supply, they demand I supply I'm that man on the block, run that bitch like the wilds [?] bitch on my dick pass that hoe to the guys Free Lil Mar I could still see the hurt in his eyes He was there when my OG had died CPR can't save my nigga, ain't tryin' Stolen cars, how you come up every time, man free the guy Seen too much blood, I can't get murder off my mind Fuck showing love, I get stabbed in my back every time Fuck touch down with that work, I count racks every time I'm on percs 'cause these demons tryin' eat me alive Living life 'cause he A, but the games I do not play Gramma keep cryin' he got slumped on a Sunday I smoke this up, she gon' eat up that dick like a sundae Won't play, I make a dove in the country West V, plus I got folks out Colombia (West V) I turned the trap to a company (Rich shooters) That bitch with a lamb' she ain't want me, now she tryna suck my dick all in public Uh, shout out them boys who gon' slide Shout out them hoes kept it real, damn, we live a life full of crime These niggas broke as shit they ain't got motion I was told not to show no emotions Fuck a bitch plenty of fish in the ocean Bought that bread, pussy niggas get toasted (Boom) [Chorus] Bitch, I be poppin' them percs, a lot Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot How many pounds did he move? A lot How many guns he got? (prrah) A lot I'm poppin' percs a lot I'm drinkin' lean a lot (A lot) Nigga, this shit do it die [Verse 2] Damn, this shit feel like Russian Roulette (Russian Roulette) They got percs, but you know that shit fake[?] Fuck, I need pints of [?] Keep my Glock, ain't no boxin' me in (no boxin' me in) Catch a head and we lockin' it in (we lockin' it in) Niggas weak, I was watchin' them bend (Fuck) Fuck the rub, I got men doin' bizz (Men doin' bizz) Fuck the judge, It's the way that I live (Way that I live) Damn, you ain't have to leave a nigga head open Fuck 'em nigga [?] red roses If you see his mean mother, nigga don't approaches I really turned it up and got the hood noticed Ain't nobody come to see you Otis Ain't no debatin' 'bout who colder Bitches beat him too fast its the pull I hit the gas, make him scoot over I take them back [?] Heard of you bitch, ran off with the whole order Real deal shit, you ain't hear 'bout it She a real deal bitch, make a meal out her My old [?] rich off of pure powder Shoot a nigga house, you a real coward City livin' we back in a few hours (Bitch) I just flex, make 'em mad, that's my new powers A thousand grams weighed on a scale I've been feelin' like these niggas might tell I've been workin' 24/7, gotta get it in at two, I tell [?] If you my right hand, he can get a mothafucker bailed Charge 'em by the gram, hit her w- I don't think that they can tell [Chorus] Bitch, I be poppin' them percs, a lot Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot How many pounds did he move? A lot How many guns he got? (prrah) A lot I'm poppin' percs a lot I'm drinkin' lean a lot (A lot) Nigga, this shit do it die