Perky’s lyrics

by

Slayer


[Intro: Summrs]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Summrs]
n*gga better not come at me 'bout no b*tch, I'ma go sl*t her (Uh)
Met that n*gga on the internet, how you call that n*gga your brother? (He slayed this one)
In the G63 sippin' mud, grippin' my cutter (Brr)
Came in this b*tch, don't try sh*t, the game, I took it (I took it, I took it)
My n*gga, you is not f*ckin' with me, you a rookie (A rookie, a rookie)
Even if I'm not standing on my racks, my n*gga, you can't overlook me (Phew)
n*gga, you not my twin, we not locked in (Nope)
Couldn't make it to the meeting, I slept in off some Tris (Go, go)
It's like a b*tch that cut herself, that's how deep this sh*t get (Go, go)
Just like a b*tch that cut herself, that's how deep this sh*t get (Woah, woah)
You dressеd up in Christian Dior, you looking so perfect (Perfеct, perfect)
f*ckin' on fans, sh*t was perfect (Perfect, perfect)
b*tch, what is you saying? Got to watch your wording (Wording)
n*ggas is snakes, they f*ck with those serpents (Serpents, serp—)
High off an Oxycodone, ain't touching the surface (Brr, surface)
High as, uh, (Brr) birdy (Birdy)
Tryna cut me off is like tryna stop poppin' thirties (Thirty)
Tryna cut me off is like me tryna stop sippin' dirty (Dirty)

[Verse 2: iayze]
She send the invoice, now the b*tch acting lil' bit flirty (Flirty)
n*gga be fake, but we all know that for certain (Certain)
I just poured a four of Tris in the lemonade, this sh*t perfect
I don't love you, b*tch, I really just think you worth it (Worth it)
Tryna cut me off is like tryna stop poppin' Perkies (Perkies)
Police on me, so a young n*gga got nervous (I got nervous)
She don't want Gucci or Louis, she just want a Birkin
You not my twin, not locked in, we not working (Not working)
In the M6 with a brand new ho
Just got more Tris, that's a brand new fo'
The whole damn Slay in the fo'
I keep a Glock and a coat incase a n*gga think 'bout killing my brother, uh
I ran it up like no other, uh, I'm a rich ass motherf*cker
Think I'ma spend some racks 'cause God just blessed me (Blessed me)
I don't wanna cuff that bit', but she so sexy
I'm finna throw back a Perc', yeah, R.I.P. Sketchy (Sketchy, Sketchy)
I don't wanna chill with this bit' 'cause she too messy (Messy, messy)
Heard you keep doing that flexing, now the whole Slay catch you (Catch you, catch you)
In the new M6, b*tch, I think that I'm finna wreck it (Wreck it, wreck it)
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