Climactic!

[Verse]:
Don't gimme a perc, 'cause I'm finna pass it
I'm sipping on wock and tripping on acid
Punching the clock, my money I track it
Getting this money making me attractive
I'm going up, till it get climactic
I'm in the store, and yeah I'ma bag it
I never was yours, no you didn't have it
Don't write me a book, I'll just read a passage
I get it shipped, I don't even wrap shit
I'm a singer caught up in this rap shit
But my fans really gotta have it
I'm running a mile, you see I'm the fastest
I'm in the wild looking like a savage
If the 12 coming then I'm dashing
And if it's your whip, then I'm crashing
But these days really starting to hurt though
And I stay moving with my first bros
I'm in LA zooming in the turbo
What are your songs called? Never heard those
What ya shoes called? Never seen them
These the NMDs in the 3M
Baby love getting in the BM
To ya mom's maybe I could see them
Where ya dad at? I could be him
But she'd really rather call me papi
Well it ain't really gon' stop things
'Cause you already done topped me
Ain't another bitch that's riding shotty
We together eating teriyaki
And your other niggas couldn't stop me
They too busy acting like copies
Fuck a Saks, I'll take you to Best Buy
Get the bands up on the West side
She with me, she giving the neck right
Get a bean, take it for the next flight
I don't want a xan, I don't really like those
I don't do the coke, but I fuck with white hoes
That nigga want smoke, but he ain't gon fight tho
Yeah I lost my bro, but I'll be alright tho
Yeah I'm on the scene, no I ain't a guest
Smoking that weed, it's straight to my chest
Shawty a fiend, I leave her a mess
I got the 'preme on, this ain't no Guess
Fade clean, I ain't getting no dreads
In the trees, yeah I'm losing my head
Double Gs leave a nigga in bed
But you see I ain't tryna be dead

[Outro (slowed)]:
Don't gimme a perc, 'cause I'm finna pass it
I'm sipping on wok and tripping on acid
Punching the clock, my money I track it
Getting this money making me attractive
I'm going up, till it get climactic
I'm in the store, and yeah I'ma bag it
I never was yours, no you didn't have it
Don't write me a book, I'll just read a passage
I get it shipped, I don't even wrap shit
I'm a singer caught up in this rap shit
But my fans really gotta have it
I'm running a mile, you see I'm the fastest
I'm in the wild looking like a savage
If the 12 coming then I'm dashing
And if it's your whip, then I'm crashing