歌词
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah)
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I'm gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
I'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is fxckin' ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin' the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin' this gas just like it's some helium
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She workin' that ass continuous
I'm workin' my plans, ingenuous
I'm talkin' 'bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all to my daughters, no doubt
It's been all about now until now
I've been keepin' it quiet but loud
I've been keepin' it private but proud
I've been treatin' the fire like flowers
I've been keepin' it silent but "Pow"
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah)
She 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin' personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn
Ayy, tell you what you should do, son
Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32
It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout
I'm on Cloud 9, and n1gga you just on iCloud
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side b1tch got a side b1tch
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, b1tch
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my sh1t
Bust up in your house on some mob sh1t, leave no hostage
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th
Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullsh1t, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise
Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life'
Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right
Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, n1gga, killer whale, kill a b1tch n1gga
I'ma snap and send a pic, n1gga, flick-flick, n1gga
Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm gettin' personal now
All I could see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we gettin' virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm gettin' thirstier now
I'm ballin' way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
专辑信息
1.Funeral
2.Mahogany
3.Mama Mia
4.I Do It
5.Dreams
6.Stop Playin With Me
7.Clap For Em
8.Bing James
9.Not Me
10.Trust Nobody
11.Know You Know
12.Wild Dogs
13.Harden
14.I Don't Sleep
15.Sights And Silencers
16.Ball Hard
17.Bastard (Satan's Kid)
18.Get Outta My Head
19.Piano Trap
20.Line Em Up
21.Darkside
22.Never Mind
23.T.O.
24.Wayne's World