Give Em’ 40 Wit The Percs lyrics

[Intro]
That's going crazy
I'm crazy as hell bro, on god
Geek up and sh*t
Akachi beats
b*tch gon make it twerk
And she came through with the Percs
b*tch gon make it twerk
And she came through with the Percs

[Chorus]
b*tch gon make it twerk
And she came through with the Percs
$1,500 my shirt
Kicks $300, Lil Durk
Smoking OG no purp
f*ck on that b*tch when I get off them Percs
My b*tch is Givenchy her bag is a Birkin
I get the lean cheap cuz I'm f*cking my nurse

[Verse 1]
Money make a lil b*tch twerk
Bet you I get her right back on the first
You talking too much, get put on a shirt
I'm charging a arm and a leg for a verse
You ain't sipping on Wock that's Tuss
Hop out the Uber don't hop out no bus
I'm stacking my bread, I might save you the crust
I got a stripper that work [?]
My b*tch with a K, just like Karetta
Stacking that money, I'm stacking that cheddar
You wouldn't believe what I paid for the sweater
My shirt is Cavalli, my sneakers Margiela
I caught that lil b*tch like a heckler
AR pistol right inside of my dresser
Flex on these boys in my [?] leather
Get this money when I go to the teller

[Chorus]
b*tch gon make it twerk
And she came through with the Percs
$1,500 my shirt
Kicks $300, Lil Durk
Smoking OG no purp
f*ck on that b*tch when I get off them Percs
My b*tch is Givenchy her bag is a Birkin
I get the lean cheap cuz I'm f*cking my nurse

[Verse 2]
Money make a lil b*tch geek
I need me some food from [?]
[?] cop a Patek
f*ck her so good that I f*ck up my sheets
Need me some mill's like I'm Meek
These n*ggas seven days, these n*ggas so weak
I'm dripping so hard that they calling me leak
I need the neck from ya b*tch [?]
Before I sip liquor, I'd rather sip yellow
I got that purple on me, Donatello
I'm about to cop me some ice from [?]
I got that white like a ashy ass elbow
I be just moving [?] like mellow
I [?] like Elmo
I been doing this sh*t since a jit
Just like a [?] I be hitting these licks
Call her a Banana, I f*cked her she split
I shoot like I'm Hamilton, feel like I'm rich
The clothes that I got, you n*ggas can't get
I run through the hole just like I'm Emmitt Smith
You miss your shot just like J.R. Smith
I f*cked me a Vixen right there at the Ritz
These n*ggas soft, they more softer than grits
Pour me a two plus a four, that's a six

[Chorus]
b*tch gon make it twerk
And she came through with the Percs
$1,500 my shirt
Kicks $300, Lil Durk
Smoking OG no purp
f*ck on that b*tch when I get off them Percs
My b*tch is Givenchy her bag is a Birkin
I get the lean cheap cuz I'm f*cking my nurse