Perch Perkins (Origami 2) Lyrics

(Lang produced it)

Whippin them babies no Jergens

My zotti got ice I smoke George Gervin

Lean in my cup my stomach be churning

These niggas reporters I call 'em Perch Perkins

What's in my blunt it's some top tier shit

The drac got a drum and I'm good at my rudiments

I pour the wock without a scale I'm not new to this

I got big money she think I'm a Pewterschmidt

I'm in it to win it feel like Corbin Bleu

My bitch caked up no tiramisu

I got Lang on the beat cuz it's Doctor Boot 2

Red in my eyes I can put your bitch under genjutsu

For the money my mind's an abandoned hospital I don't have patience

What I want is the wealth I don't need to be famous

This jay's a goliath but my lungs are David

Spark up a jay when I get dressed

Feels like I'm tryna set a fire in my chest

I love the wock I confess

I can pass anything but a blunt or a drug test

Lil Baby and Offset I got the hook up

When I slide it's going down like a push-up

My whip go fast I hit it with a tune up

Nintendo she say I'm on games that bitch wanna linkup

Bitch don't call while I watch One Piece

I own a casino how a nigga chief

3.5 In a Bambú sheet

It's tryna put me to sleep!

I'm talking money that's a figure of speech

She want me to save her like Rukia but this not Bleach

Stay with the pack I'm a wolf no Wall Street yuh yuh

Do some acid then rock out like Daughtry

I belong in a playbook how your bitch call me

Top of the morning sip lean not coffee

My zotti's a Wendy's item how that bitch so frosty yuh yuh

Foreign baddie she from Istanbul

Deads in my pocket I hang with ghouls

My weed different colors it look like Pro Tools

Whippin them babies no Jergens

My zotti got ice I smoke George Gervin

Lean in my cup my stomach be churning

These niggas reporters I call 'em Perch Perkins

What's in my blunt it's some top tier shit

The drac got a drum and I'm good at my rudiments

I pour the wock without a scale I'm not new to this

I got big money she think I'm a Pewterschmidt

I'm in it to win it feel like Corbin Bleu

My bitch caked up no tiramisu

I got Lang on the beat cuz it's Doctor Boot 2

Red in my eyes I can put your bitch under genjutsu

For the money my mind's an abandoned hospital I don't have patience

What I want is the wealth I don't need to be famous

This jay's a goliath but my lungs are David