"P E R C O C E T S" lyrics
I just popped a Percocet, yeah
I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up
You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up
You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood
I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)
You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me
Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me
You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you
Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)
I don't need no man, I'm gon' be straight
Press his ass, then we closed in, you should've seen his face
Yeah, I'm doin' this war shit for my hood, lil' bitch, I'm Double-8
And when I die, bitch, I'll take my sins straight towards the Heaven Gate
I don't think I even did enough, I need more (I need more)
You turned your back for 3, 000 little bands, that shit was poor (That shit was pour)
Delirious bitch'll fall for the right nigga and be his whore (And be his whore)
I mix the Baccarat with Dead Guys and some Dior (Dior, Dior)
I don't think you understand this shit, bitch, I can't see it straight
Niggas watch me like they hoes do, I'm startin' to think they gay
Try to get in my way, you can't, this chopper boomin' like this 808
I usually give my side over this music, that's my only way
You can't be a dead, you would reap them, you went all state
I don't fuck with strangers, they be dick ridin', that's always
As long as I get this money and feed my young, then my shit all straight
In vanish mode, lo' to yo' crib, that shit's all fake
I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up
You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up
You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood
I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)
You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me
Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me
You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you
Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)
I told you I thought love was fake, it gon' take patience to grow old
I learned you once, and then again, I heard your stories that you told
Shit, I don't think you should, 'cause I think you should take the clean road
But if you for sure you still my dog, but that's not what your theme on
You think that we should let them go, I need them
Usually, I don't like to make friends, I breathe wrong
I got all type of flavors, inside a small cone
But you know it's gon' take a lot more to bring me home
I won't let them ever count me out, not once again
You bringin' up money? What that's 'bout? You ain't got bands
A truck of fent', baby, I'm gonna get this loaded
He said he stackin' crazy, I ain't seen him post ten
You made me feel like I ain't abnormal, I love that
It's cool when you smoke weed, we poppin' pills, why judge that?
I pour the four of Tris inside the grape and made the mud black
I been got out the hood, but it ain't changed, I'm not a hoodrat
I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up
You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up
You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood
I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)
You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me
Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me
You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you
Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)
I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up
You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up
You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood
I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)
You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me
Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me
You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you
Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)
I don't need no man, I'm gon' be straight
Press his ass, then we closed in, you should've seen his face
Yeah, I'm doin' this war shit for my hood, lil' bitch, I'm Double-8
And when I die, bitch, I'll take my sins straight towards the Heaven Gate
I don't think I even did enough, I need more (I need more)
You turned your back for 3, 000 little bands, that shit was poor (That shit was pour)
Delirious bitch'll fall for the right nigga and be his whore (And be his whore)
I mix the Baccarat with Dead Guys and some Dior (Dior, Dior)
I don't think you understand this shit, bitch, I can't see it straight
Niggas watch me like they hoes do, I'm startin' to think they gay
Try to get in my way, you can't, this chopper boomin' like this 808
I usually give my side over this music, that's my only way
You can't be a dead, you would reap them, you went all state
I don't fuck with strangers, they be dick ridin', that's always
As long as I get this money and feed my young, then my shit all straight
In vanish mode, lo' to yo' crib, that shit's all fake
I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up
You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up
You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood
I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)
You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me
Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me
You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you
Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)
I told you I thought love was fake, it gon' take patience to grow old
I learned you once, and then again, I heard your stories that you told
Shit, I don't think you should, 'cause I think you should take the clean road
But if you for sure you still my dog, but that's not what your theme on
You think that we should let them go, I need them
Usually, I don't like to make friends, I breathe wrong
I got all type of flavors, inside a small cone
But you know it's gon' take a lot more to bring me home
I won't let them ever count me out, not once again
You bringin' up money? What that's 'bout? You ain't got bands
A truck of fent', baby, I'm gonna get this loaded
He said he stackin' crazy, I ain't seen him post ten
You made me feel like I ain't abnormal, I love that
It's cool when you smoke weed, we poppin' pills, why judge that?
I pour the four of Tris inside the grape and made the mud black
I been got out the hood, but it ain't changed, I'm not a hoodrat
I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up
You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up
You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood
I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)
You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me
Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me
You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you
Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)
