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[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)