Techno lyrics

[Intro]
I ain't even pop my perc yet
I ain't even pop my perc yet, where it's at?
I can't find that b*tch, god damn
Where my perc at?
Tryna find it, where my perc at?
I'm tryna find it in my coat, in my coat
I can't find it, I can't find it
Where my perc at? Where my perc at?

[Verse 1]
If my b*tch start another argument I'm gon' leave her
How the f*ck I get blood on my new wife beater?
Choke a n*gga out and beat him wit' a wife beater
Domestic violence, I heard you a wife beater
I'ma go and rent me out a house and plant weed in it
n*gga I don't wanna hit yo' blunt, I seen a seed in it
I'ma go and rent me out a house and do fraud in it
They won't even see me in my car, it's cause they all tinted
I'ma shoot a movie with this clip, Cole Bennett
I'ma f*ck another n*gga b*tch, now he wanna kill me
Pint came with the seal, you don't really swipe for real
Banana clip hangin' out the draco, you banana split
Make a n*gga disappear, show him my new magic trick
I just went live wit' 50k and left n*ggas sick
How the f*ck you keep gettin' robbed? It don't make sense
Broke lil' n*ggas, they can't even make ends meet
Fake page, sent a death threat, left his family upset
n*ggas sayin' I'm up next but I'm really up now
n*ggas better duck down when I start sendin' rounds
Through the house and the windows and the couch
(Ooh, come on talkin' crazy)
I can't fit a hundred thousand in the Louis pouch
So I put it in the backpack, lil' n*gga back back
Go and think about what you just did and go backtrack
Pulled up to this lil' n*gga house, he ain't come back out
If you make the wrong move I'ma pull the strap out
Pulled up to the wrong house
n*gga this ain't what you want
Moncler for the coat, three racks for the jacket
Fake runtz in the packet, he ain't even know it's fake
Damn this b*tch pus*y stank
Damn I'm 'bout to go and leave
f*ck it, pullin' out her weave
f*ck it, pullin' out her wig
Stressin' smokin on a cig but I'm 'bout to roll a blunt
f*ck it, smoke another opp
f*ck it, pour another pop
Kill a n*gga then I'm 'bout to kill a muhf*ckin' cop
(Aye lemme hear it from the top)
Damn, how that sh*t rhyme?
Kill a n*gga, do the time
Known for commitin' crimes, yeah it's in my blood
They wanna kick me out, threw too much money in the strip club
Rob a n*gga then I strip his ass like a strip club
Flyin' down yo' street in a car that's from Midnight Club
I just shot a n*gga in the dark in a midnight club
Arguin' wit' my plug over the phone, n*gga send that bud
Sativa, indica, this sh*t give me energy
I don't got no sympathy, I don't got no enemies
I don't got no opps, cause they all dead
b*tch gimme head, in my bed
Right now, I might make his head red
I was young as hell doin' sh*t I wasn't suppose to be
I'ma put all this money in the bank where it's suppose to be
I'ma put some money up for all the n*ggas close to me
I got a AR-15, don't get close to me
And it mean the most to me, got bullets wit' yo' name ready
I just pulled up on my b*tch and she wasn't ready
And I fell out wit' some n*ggas cause they really petty
I got more money, do you wanna make a bet?
We bought more choppas so you don't wanna make a threat
Me Quon and Kev, call us the triple threat
Pull up on his block with three straps, that's the triple threat
(So good)