37 Percocets ft. BigBank Dontis Lyrics

If it ain't grease, I won't sell it Good top chef, what im inhaling.

Call this bitch Danny Glover, it's a lethal weapon I spent 400 on this Duce, shit, I gotta

check the measure Cause you niggas gettin' petty

Peanut butter, Glock, pray it don't jam like jelly

I'ma drop five on him like, uh, Hot and ready, I just

I be seein' all these niggas with that cap rap

This that get it in, vacuum seal, this that trap rap

Why this nigga dont talkin' grease and he don't slap crap

Well, you don't cop, lil' nigga, so you don't know that

That lil' shit you talkin' dog shit, I'll blow that

Lamb chops at Truth over potatoes, I'll throw that

Quit talkin' cash shit if you ain't have it Quit rappin' bout 10, lil' nigga, that shit average

Uh, I'ma make these bitches touch the floor When I fuck them, bend over

I just had an orgy, I feel luckier than a clover

TT got 50, bust her head with a boulder, Word to Cheez

I'ma harlem, shake with this cold shoulder Used to have a chip on my shoulder, dipped

it in the rotel Used to love to break them bitches down, now

I wholesale Eyeball anything under a half, I don't need

no scale Man fish ain't got no shine, it ain't no

Scale

Fucked up

My priorities kinda fucked, I can't lie to you

Never bought a house, but I bought Gucci house shoes

I don't need clout, him since high school 37 Percocets in the middle council

35 left, lil' baby, I just popped two If I say I got you, just know that I got you

37 Percocets in the middle council 37,000, let me see you count it

I spent 1,100 auntie don't call them trousers A bunch of scam shit in my browser

Niggas get hit everyday with that chopper You gon' slide back or you gon' eat clam chowder

Bitch, don't know if she want big bank or bank bitch

Either way it go, bitch, leave him with dog shit

40 racks on me, need a big and tall fit I boost her taste buds, bitch, eatin' crawfish

Man DONT the , bitch, wasnt even eat calamari and shit, man, I swear to God

Bitch bumped into me, now she add lobster tails to everything, man, I swear to God

My priorities kinda fucked, I can't lie to you

Be late as hell to the court, but these plays shit I fly to em

Fuck hurtin a hoe, I love that head so I lied to her

37 Percocets in the middle council 34 left, lil' baby, I just popped a few

If I say I got you, just know that I got you 37 Percocets in the middle council

37,000, let me see you count it