Put the Percs Down

I’m an addict, and i can’t even hide it

You know, I’m gon’ do it, all for your love

(8-8-8-8-808 Mafia)

Aye, (Aye, Fatt)

(Hm, I’m gon’ do it, all for your love)

Aye, Fatt

(8-8-8-8-808 Mafia)

You know, I’m gon’ do it, all for your love (Love)

I pop a X and i step in the club (Club)

Mama ask, “when I’m gone put down the drugs”, i lied once again, ‘cause i told her last month

My pretty bit’ hit me up, she on the way (Way)

I’m out in these streets, she do her every day

No ask for no money, you know that I’m paid, i probably would go and give it out anyways

I’m popping these perks Russian roulette (Roulette), i take the wrong pill, i could die any-day (Any day)

This shit we built up could fall anyway (Fall anyway)

I hit up my favorite, to make sure she straight (Straight)

She come eat me up ‘fore i walk up on stage (Stage)

Without you, here i been going insane (Insane)

Real day one’s that i had start changing

Bitch wanna fuck on me ‘cause I’m famous

Shit, I’mma wrap it up, i ain’t complaining

Shout out to the **** with family maintaining

And i did some shit, i’ma take to my grave (On, God)

I swear all my hoes, know I’m having my way (On, God)

I drop all these hoes, just to have you today (On, God)

I rock hella chains, like a motherfucking slave (On, God)

I’m losing sleep, I’ve been up for some days (On, God)

I’m sorry, i know that I’m stuck in my way

I can’t leave you ‘lone, and i know it been long (Long)

I switched up the beat, like, I switched up the flow

And i ain’t got nowhere to call my home, when i was dead broke, they ain’t call my phone (Phone)

You hating ‘cause ya bitch singing all my songs

Dirty ass cup, i put mud in my soda

The gun in the sofa, i told bro, “blow it, the the front door open”

You ain’t got none if you ain’t having motion (Motion)

I’m having motion, but i don’t got her (Her)

We out of town, 30 ‘rounds in your purse (Purse)

I didn’t want the bitch, I’m a flirt (Flirt)

Tali asked when I’ma “put down the percs”, probably when I’m 6-feet in the dirt (Dirt)

Casamigos gon’ make me talk with a slur (Slur)

Speed down the road, pray, i don’t jump a curve

Mama told me, “boy you never gon' learn” (Learn)

I’m the plug, so i don’t ever get served (Served)

Grab the guns, it’s for bro ‘em, to purge (Purge)

They just waiting on me to give ‘em the word (Word)

I took you back, than you treated me worse

I need my paper on the first and the third

Bro getting in weight, on the fourth and the sixth

Police come question, I’m pleading the fifth (On, God)

I drop a **** ‘fore i drop a diss

Been on both sides of the gun, neither one make me flinch

**** all our Glocks got switches

I used to be broke, but i still got bitches

I came up, and i hate that you missed it

Now I’m a star, and i hate you ain’t with me

I do these drugs, and think about Kenzie

Doshi on me, Cartier on my lenses

Really putting promethazine on my blunts

Take a trip, might be gone for a month

Big ass chopper look like we going hunt

I put on Balenciaga’s to stunt

You know, i smoke on the best kind of runts (On, God)

Bit’ why you stalling?, you know, you the one

If you come calling, you know i’ma run

They kicked me out, of the club that i performed in

I been geeked up off a bean, all morning

Startin' to think you you fucking off my mind

I hit your line when the sun go down

Why the fuck, i never get no reply?

You say your new **** rich, I’m proud

You know, I’m different, i ain’t tripping at all

I hit you back, bitch, the label just called

They tryna give me a 100, that’s all?

Blew twenty bands, getting high with my dawg

Spent me ten, just to walk in the mall

Spent ‘bout a rack on a hoe that was flaw

How you hanging around here?, you know, he, the law

Celebrate like we won’t be here tomorrow

Celebrate like we won’t be here tomorrow

Celebrate like we won’t be here tomorrow

Celebrate like we won’t be here tomorrow

Celebrate like we won’t, Aye

Shit get different when my feelings involved

You was with me, but weren’t with me at

They got guns, but they can’t kill me at all

Said “i love you”, you ain’t feel me at all (All)

Yeah, i told you, i told you, i told you

I told you (I told you, yeah aye, on god)

I told you

I pop another pill to get high, I’m with Lil’ Ken he gon’ ride like a tire

I don’t feel right, when she not on my side

This not my wife, this lil’ hoe, just a vibe

Looking for your love, i can’t even find it

We tote ratchets, and we can’t even hide ‘em

I’m an addict, and i can’t even hide it

If i bring you, let me know if you riding

I can never tear falling

Ring, ring a **** bitch calling

I remember who had pissed on me, i can’t go, i keep a switch on me

Yeah, i just took a bitch, to go eat at McDonald's

I get all this pimping shit, from my mama

I won’t stop counting 'till i run out of commas

And i took the lead, on a **** they follow

I don’t like, to show my face in my city

I wear a ski, everybody here know me

100 some 'rounds shoot a ****, like, Kobe

I just took another Roxy, I’m flooding

I roll the wood, im finna hit the road

Im somewhere in Mississippi at a show

I got some bitches with me, for the bros

TJ a snitch, that ****, broke the code

On, God

TJ a snitch, that ****, broke the code