Where The Percs lyrics

[Intro]
Darko, are you f*cking listening

[Chorus]
I just woke up, pop me a perc
Bad ass b*tch shaking ass and she twerk
Hunnid' thousand just hit my account
I'm finna hit the bank, pull that sh*t out (pull that sh*t out, pull that sh*t out)
Yo b*tch got that di*k in her mouth
I'm finna stop it and take yo ass out
Shooters surrounding yo house
Scared, what you fin' do now?
f*ckin' yo b*tch in her mouth
I'm finna f*ck that b*tch right from the back
She finna shake that ass, make that sh*t clap
I'm on the run, but I still got a strap
Try the gang get yo ass clapped

[Verse]
Shooters around the map
Whats the east, that boy flyin' around with that strap
Pay TSA we got the blick, that boy could be on the plane he get hit
Betta' understand I'm with the sh*t, blow a hunnid' K n*gga ain't sh*t
f*ck a lil b*tch, that b*tch was mid
My sh*t got P's all in the b*tch
I'm shippin' za's, I'm shippin' mid's
I ain't got no shame in that sh*t
Run up, you get hit with that blick
Drum on that K, he ain't missing no sh*t
Hunnid' rounds up in that b*tch
Where arе the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Strippеr b*tch all on my di*k, begging me for my kids
I pick you up, you sucking di*k
Bought a hotel, she ain't see where I live
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
Where are the percs? I'm tryna get lit
f*ckin' that b*tch, and I'm f*ckin' her friend
f*ckin' that b*tch, and I'm f*ckin' her friend
f*ckin' that b*tch, and I'm f*ckin' her friend
f*ckin' that b*tch, and I do it again
Said "f*ck it" and crash, do it on purpose
I'm scratching the whip, tryna get me a burger
Fan, fan, fan, fan, fan, he a burger
f*cking yo b*tch but your b*tch kinda nervous
Sucking my di*k in the coupe got me swerving
High with the gods, I don't live on Earth
Ain't no way I run outta percs
Dawg got it, trippin' away
Call José that's one day
Boy stay in yo lane, boy we know you stank
Boy our shootas' don't play, masked up they on the way
A hunnid' shots in yo face, doo-doo-doo, die today
[Chorus]
I just woke up, pop me a perc
Bad ass b*tch shaking ass and she twerk
Hunnid' thousand just hit my account
I'm finna hit the bank, pull that sh*t out (pull that sh*t out, pull that sh*t out)
Yo b*tch got that di*k in her mouth
I'm finna stop it and take yo ass out
Shooters surrounding yo house
Scared, what you fin' do now?
f*ckin' yo b*tch in her mouth
I'm finna f*ck that b*tch right from the back
She finna shake that ass, make that sh*t clap
I'm on the run, but I still got a strap
Try the gang get yo ass clapped