Two Percs In

Uh
Wow wow wow wow Wow, hey

Two Percs in, three Percs in
Either way i go, i'm finna but put the work in
I flew into LAX, Bibby pulled up in the Benz
Three weeks later, we in New York, rockin' Gucci setting trends

I won't wear contacts, but i love Versace lens
Choppa cook a nigga grill, like who let Hibachi in?
She ask me if i wanna fuck, i told her "well it all depends"
Do you love for my money, do you love for my sins?

Niggas love my style 'til the point the copy it
We ready for combat
Ain't no Mortal Kombat
Nigga talking out his neck
Somebody come and get their man's

How you patin' outside
When you can't even get in?
I just counted twenty bands, time to blow it in the wind
Drugs got me in trance, Lors's knows i'm a sin
Did it all on my own, so it's still fuck a friend, i don't owe nobody shit, don't call me, bitch call it quits

Baby do you worse
My last girl had me so drugged out
It was a bitch out blurred
Baby you're not her
It's a long way to hell
I ain't really trynna leave this earth
Treat my dick just like your pride, ho', you batter swallow it

Yeah i got a couple side hoes
They love to swallow it
I need me a fly bitch, flyer than a pilot is
If you ain't talkin' money, then the conversation over with

Too bag, so sad, bitch just get over it
Too bag, so sad, bitch just get over it

Two Percs in, three Percs in
Either way i go, i'm finna but put the work in
I flew into LAX, Bibby pulled up in the Benz
Three weeks later, we in New York, rockin' Gucci setting trends
I won't wear contacts, but i love Versace lens
Choppa cook a nigga grill, like who let Hibachi in?
She ask me if i wanna fuck, i told her "well it all depends"
Do you love for my money, do you love for my sins?

It's to Félix André there in Angola
My special fan