Perc Alot lyrics

[Intro]
Cutta we rich
Ay

[Chorus]
b*tch, I be poppin' them percs, a lot
Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot
How many pounds did he move? A lot
How many guns he got? (prrah) A lot
I'm poppin' percs a lot
I'm drinkin' lean a lot (A lot)
n*gga, this sh*t do it die [?]

[Verse 1]
Yeah they rob 'em, but that sh*t just a lot
I can't beef wit' them boys all they do is just hide
They demand I supply, they demand I supply
I'm that man on the block, run that b*tch like the wilds
[?] b*tch on my di*k pass that hoe to the guys
Free Lil Mar I could still see the hurt in his eyes
He was there when my OG had died
CPR can't save my n*gga, ain't tryin'
Stolen cars, how you come up every time, man free the guy
Seen too much blood, I can't get murder off my mind
f*ck showing love, I get stabbed in my back every time
f*ck touch down with that work, I count racks every time
I'm on percs 'cause these demons tryin' eat me alive
Living life 'cause he A, but the games I do not play
Gramma keep cryin' he got slumped on a Sunday
I smoke this up, she gon' eat up that di*k like a sundae
Won't play, I make a dove in the country
West V, plus I got folks out Colombia (West V)
I turned the trap to a company (Rich shooters)
That b*tch with a lamb' she ain't want me, now she tryna suck my di*k all in public
Uh, shout out them boys who gon' slide
Shout out them hoes kept it real, damn, we live a life full of crime
These n*ggas broke as sh*t they ain't got motion
I was told not to show no emotions
f*ck a b*tch plenty of fish in the ocean
Bought that bread, pus*y n*ggas get toasted (Boom)
[Chorus]
b*tch, I be poppin' them percs, a lot
Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot
How many pounds did he move? A lot
How many guns he got? (prrah) A lot
I'm poppin' percs a lot
I'm drinkin' lean a lot (A lot)
n*gga, this sh*t do it die

[Verse 2]
Damn, this sh*t feel like Russian Roulette (Russian Roulette)
They got percs, but you know that sh*t fake[?]
f*ck, I need pints of [?]
Keep my Glock, ain't no boxin' me in (no boxin' me in)
Catch a head and we lockin' it in (we lockin' it in)
n*ggas weak, I was watchin' them bend (f*ck)
f*ck the rub, I got men doin' bizz (Men doin' bizz)
f*ck the judge, It's the way that I live (Way that I live)
Damn, you ain't have to leave a n*gga head open
f*ck 'em n*gga [?] red roses
If you see his mean mother, n*gga don't approaches
I really turned it up and got the hood noticed
Ain't nobody come to see you Otis
Ain't no debatin' 'bout who colder
b*tches beat him too fast its the pull
I hit the gas, make him scoot over
I take them back [?]
Heard of you b*tch, ran off with the whole order
Real deal sh*t, you ain't hear 'bout it
She a real deal b*tch, make a meal out her
My old [?] rich off of pure powder
Shoot a n*gga house, you a real coward
City livin' we back in a few hours (b*tch)
I just flex, make 'em mad, that's my new powers
A thousand grams weighed on a scale
I've been feelin' like these n*ggas might tell
I've been workin' 24/7, gotta get it in at two, I tell [?]
If you my right hand, he can get a mothaf*cker bailed
Charge 'em by the gram, hit her w- I don't think that they can tell
[Chorus]
b*tch, I be poppin' them percs, a lot
Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot
How many pounds did he move? A lot
How many guns he got? (prrah) A lot
I'm poppin' percs a lot
I'm drinkin' lean a lot (A lot)
n*gga, this sh*t do it die