Perk Talk (bonus) Lyrics

Is that Andre

Have you ever been loved

Have you ever been loved as I have

Perk ten, got me geeking, I can't feel a thing

Shooter pull up deep, guarantee that I'ma win the game

Running up the sniper rifle, probably take you out your chain

First class flight off a xan, threw up on the plane

Drank head, hit the gym so I can burn some belly fat

Sending shots at Y4L, I bet we send them bitches back

Playing with my money, need it now, boy, I'd kill for that

Nah, we can't talk that money shit if you can't up a couple racks

OT in the D, I just left the A

Joke's up, wood full of runtz, this bitch to the face

Half a thrax of exotic in my bag, I just caught a case

I'm his favorite rapper, but he pull up spraying down the drac'

I got, uh, bitches on my dick and they won't get off

White hoe, banging on the block, She serve that fentanyl

Sorry, bae, you know you ain't getting a ring, I feel like Chris Paul

Twelve flicked us in that vette, I bet you we gone get lost

Crying by the bitch, aw, shit, you need some panties

Got that work in, sell these perk 10s to your granny, Four of

wock in my Sprite, drankhead, I got some quagy

If I don't fuck off a perk, then this bitch gon' make me lazy

damn, she knew I was a dog and she let me bone

Little bitch, cheifing on the weed, she like Pat Mahomes

Run up on the gang, boy, I bet you ain't gon' make it home

Run up in your house with my stepper like you home alone

I get that bread, yeah, I get that provolone

Got her pussy dripping wet when she smelling my cologne

This a everyday thing, got some drip,

I throw it on the full court

All year, 24, I'm coming strong

Bring me all the junkies, tell them that I got the perks in

And Chase ain't even take my checks, yeah, I bet the clerk did

All week, sipping purple, now I'm trying to pour red

Glock 22 with 308s will knock you out your dreads

Perk 10, got me geeking, I can't feel a thing

Shooter pull up deep, guarantee that I'ma win the game

Running up this sniper rifle, probably take you out your chain

First class flight off a perk, threw up on the plane

Broke ASF, nigga, need to get your money up

So much drank around would've thought the gang a sponsor candy crush

In that Bumblebee, hit the gas, crank the Chevy up

Put them dubs down, I can flex with all the Benjis up

Got an AP, water on my wrist like a snowflake

You chatting on the gram, way too much, you ain't getting no play

This chopper got a dick and some titties, it go both ways

I got a Mexican that probably kill you for them OJs

Amex jamming, guarantee that this gon' go through

I came a long way, down from nothing, but I told you

And Y4L, that's my gang, nigga, I don't know you

And he said I wasn't go up a couple racks, so I'ma show you