yuh ft. 57banz Lyrics

Bitch this is Perc3M7

Chill the fuck out sit down

Nigga said my shit is ass

Nigga come do better bitch im ya dad, yuh

Mexican ho talk shit I might fuck round burn the fucking flag

Damn lil nigga talk shit?

Nigga talk down cuz he cant get his bitch back

Im going fast lil nigga got whiplash

Nigga almost crashed lil nigga doin zig zags

Spoke on dead lil nigga got backlash

I call up my kin get dropped by the 10 stack

Get hit by din, at Dawn, get hit while you eating dinner at dawn

Get hit while you eating dinner with Sean

S-e-a-n yuh, pop me a Be-a-n

Black out aint fuckin wit yall

Pop me a perc or a Xanny

Bad little bitch she gon takeoff her panty

Drop drop drop drop a song

Bitch gon stroke on my dick like a bong

Spoke spoke spoke spoke on dead

Nigga talk down we gon have his head

Count count count countin these bands I get to the racks

That nigga talk down pussy you a rat

That nigga talk down hit em in the back

That bitch talk down hit em wit a bat

She seen my name now she want a tat

Tat on my wrist tat up on my slut

Tat on my bitch tat up on her

Tat on my bitch tat up on her cat

Tat on my bitch tat up on her

Tat on my bitch tat up on her back

Oh bitch im too high up on pluto

Play ya card right, No I ain't talking Uno

Blow out his brains tryna to figure what you kno

Go to LA Finna rock out a new show

Wanna catch in with a posse, but what if they telling me possibly

Fuck it like who knows

Foreign bitch [?]

Back up the shit and we leave gon take it like cosco

Quick off the aim its wherever like i go

Twin throw a shot like D-Rose in Chicago

Dont care where they hit [?]

Biggest K on my hip i can shoot with my eyes closed

Big ass wrist watch, time froze

And the drugs they gon help me believe me

Send em to hell that boy think he a demon

Lil Brodie throwed off he tweak for any reason

He diss me im not dissing back im not keeping it rap

At the end im just trying to delete him

Swerved too the curb on corner spilled my cup i done wet my speaker

Maybe they was right shit maybe they was wrong

If i wasnt doing drugs i could probably be a teacher

Pretty ass hoe wanna come my way, but I push her away but I might just need her

I do my taxes, spark my J, And than i leave here

Pushing fast in that two seater

You dont love me, i dont either