YFG FATSO – P E R C O C E T Lyrics

P E R C O C E T – YFG FATSO Lyrics

I just popped a Percocet, yeah

I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up

You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up

You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood

I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)

You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me

Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me

You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you

Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)

I don't need no man, I'm gon' be straight

Press his ass, then we closed in, you should've seen his face

Yеah, I'm doin' this war shit for my hood, lil' bitch, I'm Double-8

And when I die, bitch, I'll takе my sins straight towards the Heaven Gate

I don't think I even did enough, I need more (I need more)

You turned your back for 3,000 little bands, that shit was poor (That shit was pour)

Delirious bitch'll fall for the right nigga and be his whore (And be his whore)

I mix the Baccarat with Dead Guys and some Dior (Dior, Dior)

I don't think you understand this shit, bitch, I can't see it straight

Niggas watch me like they hoes do, I'm startin' to think they gay

Try to get in my way, you can't, this chopper boomin' like this 808

I usually give my side over this music, that's my only way

You can't be a dead, you would reap them, you went all state

I don't fuck with strangers, they be dick ridin', that's always

As long as I get this money and feed my young, then my shit all straight

In vanish mode, lo' to yo' crib, that shit's all fake

I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up

You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up

You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood

I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)

You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me

Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me

You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you

Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)

I told you I thought love was fake, it gon' take patience to grow old

I learned you once, and then again, I heard your stories that you told

Shit, I don't think you should, 'cause I think you should take the clean road

But if you for sure you still my dog, but that's not what your theme on

You think that we should let them go, I need them

Usually, I don't like to make friends, I breathe wrong

I got all type of flavors, inside a small cone

But you know it's gon' take a lot more to bring me home

I won't let them ever count me out, not once again

You bringin' up money? What that's 'bout? You ain't got bands

A truck of fent', baby, I'm gonna get this loaded

He said he stackin' crazy, I ain't seen him post ten

You made me feel like I ain't abnormal, I love that

It's cool when you smoke weed, we poppin' pills, why judge that?

I pour the four of Tris inside the grape and made the mud black

I been got out the hood, but it ain't changed, I'm not a hoodrat

I get my rushes from these P-E-R-C-O-C-E-T, I'm backed up

You treat me harder than before, I wish I could back it up

You don't respect no man, you got danger in your blood

I wish would still be inside my hood, you hung it up (You passed gone)

You don't fuck me like you shy, you put your body on me

Pussy drippin' wet, I drown once you put the faucet on me

You can actually wish me luck and I'll put watches on you

Movin' in, and we'll work, I went up, I turned notches for you (Oh, shit)