Piano Trap

歌詞

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 on the business And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system I'ma thank God for the pots I had to piss 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 fuckin' 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 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 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, nigga, you just on iCloud I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit Bust up in your house on some mob shit, 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 bullshit, 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, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga 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 'till 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