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 that I pissed 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 to my daughters, 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 in 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, 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 all witnesses to my battles, 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 '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