Techno

[Intro]
I ain't even pop my perc yet
I ain't even pop my perc yet, where it's at?
I can't find that bitch, god damn
Where my perc at?
Tryna find it, where my perc at?
I'm tryna find it in my coat, in my coat
I can't find it, I can't find it
Where my perc at? Where my perc at?

[Verse 1]
If my bitch start another argument I'm gon' leave her
How the fuck I get blood on my new wife beater?
Choke a nigga out and beat him wit' a wife beater
Domestic violence, I heard you a wife beater
I'ma go and rent me out a house and plant weed in it
Nigga I don't wanna hit yo' blunt, I seen a seed in it
I'ma go and rent me out a house and do fraud in it
They won't even see me in my car, it's cause they all tinted
I'ma shoot a movie with this clip, Cole Bennett
I'ma fuck another nigga bitch, now he wanna kill me
Pint came with the seal, you don't really swipe for real
Banana clip hangin' out the draco, you banana split
Make a nigga disappear, show him my new magic trick
I just went live wit' 50k and left niggas sick
How the fuck you keep gettin' robbed? It don't make sense
Broke lil' niggas, they can't even make ends meet
Fake page, sent a death threat, left his family upset
Niggas sayin' I'm up next but I'm really up now
Niggas better duck down when I start sendin' rounds
Through the house and the windows and the couch
(Ooh, come on talkin' crazy)
I can't fit a hundred thousand in the Louis pouch
So I put it in the backpack, lil' nigga back back
Go and think about what you just did and go backtrack
Pulled up to this lil' nigga house, he ain't come back out
If you make the wrong move I'ma pull the strap out
Pulled up to the wrong house
Nigga this ain't what you want
Moncler for the coat, three racks for the jacket
Fake runtz in the packet, he ain't even know it's fake
Damn this bitch pussy stank
Damn I'm 'bout to go and leave
Fuck it, pullin' out her weave
Fuck it, pullin' out her wig
Stressin' smokin on a cig but I'm 'bout to roll a blunt
Fuck it, smoke another opp
Fuck it, pour another pop
Kill a nigga then I'm 'bout to kill a muhfuckin' cop
(Aye lemme hear it from the top)
Damn, how that shit rhyme?
Kill a nigga, do the time
Known for commitin' crimes, yeah it's in my blood
They wanna kick me out, threw too much money in the strip club
Rob a nigga then I strip his ass like a strip club
Flyin' down yo' street in a car that's from Midnight Club
I just shot a nigga in the dark in a midnight club
Arguin' wit' my plug over the phone, nigga send that bud
Sativa, indica, this shit give me energy
I don't got no sympathy, I don't got no enemies
I don't got no opps, cause they all dead
Bitch gimme head, in my bed
Right now, I might make his head red
I was young as hell doin' shit I wasn't suppose to be
I'ma put all this money in the bank where it's suppose to be
I'ma put some money up for all the niggas close to me
I got a AR-15, don't get close to me
And it mean the most to me, got bullets wit' yo' name ready
I just pulled up on my bitch and she wasn't ready
And I fell out wit' some niggas cause they really petty
I got more money, do you wanna make a bet?
We bought more choppas so you don't wanna make a threat
Me Quon and Kev, call us the triple threat
Pull up on his block with three straps, that's the triple threat
(So good)