Perc Alot Lyrics – Q Da Fool
Singer: Q Da Fool
Title: Perc Alot
Cutta we rich
Ay
b#tch, I be poppin’ them percs, a lot
Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot
How many pounds did he move? A lot
How many guns he got? [prrah] A lot
I’m poppin’ percs a lot
I’m drinkin’ lean a lot [A lot
n#gg#, this sh#t do it die
Yeah they rob ’em, but that sh#t just a lot
I can’t beef wit’ them boys all they do is just hide
They demand I supply, they demand I supply
I’m that man on the block, run that b#tch like the wilds
b#tch on my dick pass that hoe to the guys
Free Lil Mar I could still see the hurt in his eyes
He was there when my OG had died
CPR can’t save my n#gg#, ain’t tryin’
Stolen cars, how you come up every time, man free the guy
Seen too much blood, I can’t get murder off my mind
f#ck showing love, I get stabbed in my back every time
f#ck touch down with that work, I count racks every time
I’m on percs ’cause these demons tryin’ eat me alive
Living life ’cause he A, but the games I do not play
Gramma keep cryin’ he got slumped on a Sunday
I smoke this up, she gon’ eat up that dick like a sundae
Won’t play, I make a dove in the country
West V, plus I got folks out Colombia [West V
I turned the trap to a company [Rich shooters
That b#tch with a lamb’ she ain’t want me, now she tryna suck my dick all in public
Uh, shout out them boys who gon’ slide
Shout out them hoes kept it real, damn, we live a life full of crime
These n#gg#s broke as sh#t they ain’t got motion
I was told not to show no emotions
f#ck a b#tch plenty of fish in the ocean
Bought that bread, p#ss# n#gg#s get toasted [Boom]
b#tch, I be poppin’ them percs, a lot
Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot
How many pounds did he move? A lot
How many guns he got? [prrah] A lot
I’m poppin’ percs a lot
I’m drinkin’ lean a lot [A lot
n#gg#, this sh#t do it die
Damn, this sh#t feel like Russian Roulette [Russian Roulette
They got percs, but you know that sh#t fake
f#ck, I need pints of
Keep my Glock, ain’t no boxin’ me in [no boxin’ me in
Catch a head and we lockin’ it in [we lockin’ it in
n#gg#s weak, I was watchin’ them bend [f#ck
f#ck the rub, I got men doin’ bizz [Men doin’ bizz
f#ck the judge, It’s the way that I live [Way that I live
Damn, you ain’t have to leave a n#gg# head open
f#ck ’em n#gg# red roses
If you see his mean mother, n#gg# don’t approaches
I really turned it up and got the hood noticed
Ain’t nobody come to see you Otis
Ain’t no debatin’ ’bout who colder
b#tches beat him too fast its the pull
I hit the gas, make him scoot over
I take them back
Heard of you b#tch, ran off with the whole order
Real deal sh#t, you ain’t hear ’bout it
She a real deal b#tch, make a meal out her
My old rich off of pure powder
Shoot a n#gg# house, you a real coward
City livin’ we back in a few hours [b#tch
I just flex, make ’em mad, that’s my new powers
A thousand grams weighed on a scale
I’ve been feelin’ like these n#gg#s might tell
I’ve been workin’ 24/7, gotta get it in at two, I tell
If you my right hand, he can get a mothaf#cker bailed
Charge ’em by the gram, hit her w- I don’t think that they can tell
b#tch, I be poppin’ them percs, a lot
Damn, I be stuck off the drink, a lot
How many pounds did he move? A lot
How many guns he got? [prrah] A lot
I’m poppin’ percs a lot
I’m drinkin’ lean a lot [A lot
n#gg#, this sh#t do it die
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