St. Percy

I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, ayy

We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move‚ ayy

Young k still posted in the a like a braid

No chain‚ ya boys got what make my neck fuckin' bang

Hangin' on your speaker‚ bangin' on your speaker, baby (ayy)

Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby (ayy‚ ayy)

Young nolan, playstation, controllin' (ayy‚ ayy)

Send 'em just to get out my head, and when it is over (ayy)

Roll over your soldier, no coaster

I toy 'em back whenever the storm is over

Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover

No closure, never reply to full orders

My nigga so sculpture, such a short quota (ayy, ayy)

Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder (ayy, ayy)

Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders (ayy, ayy)

All I got is pennies, still want me to fuckin' flow, bruh (ayy)

There is no love in the ghetto

Money, money, we are just getting get go

There is no love in the ghetto

Money, money, we are just getting get go

Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh

How you do that boy, devil I'm bamboozled, yeah

Legs go up behind the head, like leopard and push it, huh

Give us space, we gon' drop, call it grand canyon, huh

She bust back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon

Cirque du soleil okay (yeah), roly (woah)

Poly, slide that (uh), pole, yeah, (hm) low blow (ooh)

Now sing like a dodo (no), eyes get frost, they snow globe (ayy)

Stuck inside the corridor (ayy), make me go so loco (ayy)

Major league, I'm sheen (uh), call me wild thing (uh)

She got strings all up the necklace like a violin (ah)

Upgrade that chada-ching, when that venom sting (hey)

I sound better than a motherfuckin' champion, man

Run up a check, run up a check (ayy, ahh)

Until I miss, until I miss (ayy, ahh)

And they keep on hittin', my niggas ain't quittin'

They wait 'til it drip (wait 'til it drip, ayy, ahh)

Don't get on my list (ayy, ahh)

I'm front of your bitch (ayy, ahh)

You sayin' you bad but I watch how you work, then I can't be convinced (ayy, ahh)

Smokin', I might got habit, you know we comin', get tragic

Money has never made a nigga, we holdin' all our money in the mattress

Fire right back like a savage, chase away all of your pallet

No I ain't for burying the hatchet, take a quicker pick up like the bandits

And it's madness

Uh

You got big boy money like you ready for war

You be talkin' like you really gon' run that dough

You be runnin' like the snot drainin' in from your nose

That's that ice cream, sugar, that cocaine throat

And this shit gon' bounce like my shit off your dome

And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in it though

And my dogs they bark, michael vick on fourth

But this shit long gone, why you hit my phone? (whoa!)

See how full it is, homie

See how real it is

Hell no

Murder man, murder man

Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly

Murder man, murder man

Someone better

Murder man, murder man

Someone better

Murder man, man

Someone hold me b–, b–, shit gets ug–

Murder man, murder man

Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly