[Intro:]
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud,
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud,
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud, (Yeah)
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud.
[Verse 1:]
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now,
All I can see is the purplest clouds,
Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now.
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown,
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now,
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns,
They 'bout to give me a personal foul.
I'ma thank God for my existence,
I'ma thank God for my charisma,
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business,
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system,
I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in,
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it,
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics,
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic.
All of my jewelry is fuckin' ridiculous,
I cannot really be seriously serious,
All of my goons take everything serious,
Run in the building and kill your superiors,
Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates,
Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium,
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral,
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian.
She workin' that ass continuous,
I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous,
I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions,
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem.
I got a monogamous smile,
I do not know how I do how,
I give all to my daughters, no doubt,
It's been all about now until now,
I've been keepin' it quiet but loud,
I've been keepin' it private but proud,
I've been treatin' the fire like flowers,
I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow",
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground,
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now,
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse,
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child. (Yeah)
She 'bout to twerk on the ground,
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now,
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd,
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd,
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud,
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now,
Call up my phone and my service was down,
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while.
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud,
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now,
Call up my phone and my service was down,
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while,
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown,
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now,
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns,
They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn.
[Interlude:]
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son!
[Verse 2:]
Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical,
Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu,
We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you,
You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32.
It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout,
I'm on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud,
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out,
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch.
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch,
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit,
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage,
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th.
Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight,
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice,
Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise,
Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life'.
Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right,
Banana clip, dick banana up in her tailpipe,
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga,
I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga.
Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud,
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now,
All I could see is the purplest clouds,
Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now,
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown,
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now,
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns,
They 'bout to give me a personal foul.
