"$13 Perc" lyrics
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Nyah
I'll po' some Tris in some Don and act an ass
Just to get your car to start, you gotta smack the dash
Droppin' glass, Michael Jack, bitch, I'm actin' bad
Get his drop and get it crackin' like it's [?]
She was stiff until she seen the chain, now she an acrobat
I ain't have a backpack in school, now it's a bag of racks
Stacked to my Adam's apple, I got thirty Applejacks
If the first one fail, just have a backup plan
I lost the Barkley in the seats, where's my backup Xan'?
Bitch say she like the matte black, this my backup Scat
Dude died 'cause his mag jammed, where's his backup strap?
My hoe would kill herself she went through my backup jack
The last ham tried his luck, when he ran up, "Fah"
We finna firebomb that spot, I hope you got a backup track
You be cuffin' [?] talkin' 'bout, "Put yo' hands up, ma'am"
Sippin' dirty, my bitch talm 'bout, "Just take a shot"
Go ahead and kill yo' liver while I face this pop
Ah, alright
Every time I take a sip, I beat another level
They think that they know Lucifer, but this the other devil
You thinkin' we ain't hip—, errmgh
You think that we ain't hip to you? That's yo' brother's weapon
Cut yo' feet off, 'cause why only yo' brother steppin'? Man
And put them motherfuckin' bottles down, we know that that's yo' brother's section
Kill a bitch, she scratch the TRX, but I'll let brother wreck it
Gang shit
They know me out in Idaho, now that's what fame is
Overdid the psilocybin, think I felt my brain fizz
Let her keep the extra ninety dollars, I don't change shit
I make yo' bitch suck the dick, then the chain, then the balls
I don't mount TV's, but I put brains on the walls
ShittyBoyz, I catch opps and leave stains in they drawls
Dog a broke dirty bum in his grave in Lacoste
Yeah, I heard his last tape, it should've stayed in the vault
It was fifty dollars for the pop without the drank
It was fifty dollars for the drop, and that's it
You only pourin' fifty dollar pops? You need yo' ass kicked (Hm)
That's a three hundred dollar burp
You hip, Skip?
This a thirteen hundred dollar shirt
L-O-L, he died off a thirteen-dollar Perc'
Damn, he should've come to us to cop some work
Give a fuck if fine shit at church, you know I gotta flirt
Shit, I got some purp, and I got some terps
Shit, I got some yerks, and I got some syrup
Damn, what the fuck happened to the beat? Man, fuck it
Nyah
I'll po' some Tris in some Don and act an ass
Just to get your car to start, you gotta smack the dash
Droppin' glass, Michael Jack, bitch, I'm actin' bad
Get his drop and get it crackin' like it's [?]
She was stiff until she seen the chain, now she an acrobat
I ain't have a backpack in school, now it's a bag of racks
Stacked to my Adam's apple, I got thirty Applejacks
If the first one fail, just have a backup plan
I lost the Barkley in the seats, where's my backup Xan'?
Bitch say she like the matte black, this my backup Scat
Dude died 'cause his mag jammed, where's his backup strap?
My hoe would kill herself she went through my backup jack
The last ham tried his luck, when he ran up, "Fah"
We finna firebomb that spot, I hope you got a backup track
You be cuffin' [?] talkin' 'bout, "Put yo' hands up, ma'am"
Sippin' dirty, my bitch talm 'bout, "Just take a shot"
Go ahead and kill yo' liver while I face this pop
Ah, alright
Every time I take a sip, I beat another level
They think that they know Lucifer, but this the other devil
You thinkin' we ain't hip—, errmgh
You think that we ain't hip to you? That's yo' brother's weapon
Cut yo' feet off, 'cause why only yo' brother steppin'? Man
And put them motherfuckin' bottles down, we know that that's yo' brother's section
Kill a bitch, she scratch the TRX, but I'll let brother wreck it
Gang shit
They know me out in Idaho, now that's what fame is
Overdid the psilocybin, think I felt my brain fizz
Let her keep the extra ninety dollars, I don't change shit
I make yo' bitch suck the dick, then the chain, then the balls
I don't mount TV's, but I put brains on the walls
ShittyBoyz, I catch opps and leave stains in they drawls
Dog a broke dirty bum in his grave in Lacoste
Yeah, I heard his last tape, it should've stayed in the vault
It was fifty dollars for the pop without the drank
It was fifty dollars for the drop, and that's it
You only pourin' fifty dollar pops? You need yo' ass kicked (Hm)
That's a three hundred dollar burp
You hip, Skip?
This a thirteen hundred dollar shirt
L-O-L, he died off a thirteen-dollar Perc'
Damn, he should've come to us to cop some work
Give a fuck if fine shit at church, you know I gotta flirt
Shit, I got some purp, and I got some terps
Shit, I got some yerks, and I got some syrup
Damn, what the fuck happened to the beat? Man, fuck it
