"PERC 30" lyrics

Ten, twenty, thirty
It don't even matter, nigga
You start the whole day and now that shit be goin' tomorrow
(Flexxgod)
All right
Ah

I spend a whole thirty when I'm in the mall
Pop a Perc 30, it make me feel raw
I'm sippin' on dirty, it's lockin' my jaw
Police watch me, I ain't breakin' the law
But if I see an opp, I'ma turn him to salt
If he still got his arm then I'm cuttin' it off
He get bullets that's hard 'cause he said I was soft
Nigga, you just a worker, you can't be no boss
Run around in the trap, dope fiends gettin' lost
They off molly and codeine, dope fiends get crossed
Ooh, Perc by the dresser, man
Perc got the best of me
Purple cup, promethazine
Yo' bitch shake ass, I make it rain (Woah)
That shit is just a Perc 30, it feel like a 40
Bitch, I'm sippin' on lean, I ain't sippin' a 40
Got a Glock with a stick and it came with a forty
I just fucked a new bitch and I think she was forty
But the best thing, she was the one started recording
Ooh, this is Amiri
Bitch, I'm a Flexxgod, go ask Siri
Told my bitch leave me 'lone, but I guess she ain't hear me
Oh, she off Perc 30, she can't even feal me
[?] for Percs and I said it was Advil
I fucked with your shorty, she said I was mad real
He said he was trappin', but he never had bail
He called me broke, but which one of us mad still?

Oh yeah, oh yeah, for real nigga
Just like that
Rich cookin', bitch, look

Rich cookin', bitch, lookin'
My stick tuckin', bitch, fuckin'
You get shot just for mean muggin'
He want a verse, hell nah, he buggin', nigga