@killdavyn + @884phxbia - #PERCJERK
PRODUCED BY FLOXX
MIXED BY ME

[Lyrics]
I put that boy on a tee
He think he fuckin’ with me
Leavin’ a mess on the scene
I want that bitch, I’m a fiend
All from the back, I’mma beat
Hit that lil boy, make him lean
I don’t want her, she a treesha
(Davyn’s the baddest nigga alive) That’s right
Look at my neck, my wrist, got ice
Look at yo bitch, my dick got height
She on my dick told her lick don’t bite
I’m in the whip, I’mma flip that bike
He wanna talk, he gon’ die tonight
I send that boy to the sky tonight
Up in the air like a satellite

Put 'em up in the air like a satellite
Got my blick in the whip, I ain’t tryna fight
He saw me comin', that boy started running
But boy it’s too late so I’m taking yo life
He didn’t even earn no stripes
He got a blick, guess what we taking his pipe
Woah you sus, lemme just change what I said
We finna take his strap
He wanna turn drac’ hitting his back
Takin' yo shit, ain’t getting it back
In too deep, I'm not going back
Back, boy you better get back
Step on the gas, goin' too fast
I’m in the V, I might just crash
Boy you dumb tryna get up wimme
I got so many bullets you not finna last

Aye, yuh, I'm bout to spazz in the bitch
Shawty got ass, throw it back in this bitch
She wanna go to the back in this bitch
Shawty she on me I'm baggin' the bitch okay
I got the chop on my side, better pray
Bitch I got bands when I walk out the bank
I got the gas yeah I'm smokin' on dank
He wanna beef with me, we not the same
Run up the bands, run up the numbers
Lil shawty a fan, pass to my brother
The chop in my hand, I got the cutter
Pull out and pop it, it's takin' you under
I got the bread so you don't gotta wonder
Bih gimme head or I'll fuck on yo mother
Shawty she hot like she fresh out the oven
Need me some hoes yeah I need me a dozen
Lil shawty bad so I pass to my cousin
Yeah, I keep that bitch in the family
Yeah, John is a bitch, he no man to me
Yeah, that boy a thug in his fantasies
Yeah, I’m goin’ crazy, insanity
That’s a bad ass bitch told her pull up
If a nigga want smoke tell him push up
If you ain’t with the gang then good luck
If you ain’t with the gang then we up it then pop it
We turn him Hindi, red dot at his noggin
She wanna twist on the dick when she bop it
She just be throwin’ that ass then I caught it
Smokin’ the pound of the gas, that exotic
Shawty she bad so she always the topic
Off of the gas I be movin’ robotic
She givin’ top like a mufuckin’ bonnet

Took a look on yo block, I’m on it
Switch on the Glock, he saw me turned to Sonic
So much pape', don’t ask what’s in my pocket
Reach in that bitch I'mma pull out a rocket
He running way too fast hop in the V
Now it just look like he joggin'
Watch how I get on yo ass
Glock 19, I’m on feet with the blick started tossin'
Yo bitch a freak she see me tryna toss it
I catch a opp tryna play I’mma off 'em
Boy don’t send me yo music, it’s awful
Rocket launcher through the crib, I’m Osama
Bitch I don’t care, I’m not a Obama
Drac' on me gon spit like a llama
He try to reach, I teach catch one to the gut, now it like he gon vomit
Huh? Can’t think
Where he at, UAV
Wait a minute, now I see
These lil niggas tryna be like me
Boy get the fuck on I’m making 'em flee
Eyes open I can’t sleep
On your street bitch I creep
.556 .223
Them bullets they hawking 'em down
He tried to run from them shots, got put on the ground
Boy I ain’t making no sound
First it get quiet, I’m shooting the chop now it’s loud
Steady looking for they mans 
Where did he go? Huh, he in the clouds
Bro got kidnapped, now he dead, no he not getting found

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