Piano Trap

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 I had to p**s 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 f**n' 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 ** all in my peripheral

Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian

She workin' that **, 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 of my daughter's 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 on 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, **, you just on iCloud

I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out

You on the sideline, my side b**h got a side b**h

Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, b**h

Born p**s poor, I'ma die rich full of my **

Bust up in your house on some mob **, leave no hostage

Leave you lookin' like January 2nd, July 5th

Y'all are witnesses to my battle, I shall fight

Been through a whole lotta **, still smell nice

Poverty to penitentiary, straight to paradise

Took a few L's, without 'em, I couldn't spell, "Life"

Airtight, v**a tight, and it better smell right

Banana clip ** banana up in her tailpipe

Big fish, **, killer whale, kill a b**h **

I'ma snap and send a pic, **, flick flick, **

Tunchi, 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, 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