[Percy]
We going in
[57 Pixels]
(Teeeeeh!)
[Verse 1: Percy]
Yeah, your girl in the Pampers
Ha, I'm the sh**, uh...
I work anything that I want to
This is what I'm going do
Yeah, your b**h bad but I tell her I don't want chu
Flyer than a mo'f**a, yeah I'm a mo'f**a
f** a n***a mother, now you can call me mo'f**a
That just how I flow, n***a
I go that 5-0-4, n***a
I'm the realest, yeah fasho, n***a
I'm something you should know, n***a
So catch it boy, I'm the wood chop in this b**h
And I'm fly head to toe, all my clothes it stitched
I wait, I got it uh...
Grip work, rocket uh...
New Orleans, n***a in this b**h
Wait, woah Kemosabe every balling is my hobby
I f** yo ho up in the lobby
No that's f**ing that I gotta do, this what I do, chill with my crew
That 5-0-4, I'm from the boot and I will put Buddha's boot in you
That's how I f**ing rise, I'm on that cruise ship, I do sh**
Got yo ho s**ing my dick fast like she work with two lips
Wait, nah I mean two pair, this is how I do dare
No n***as I don't do share, but don't f** around when I do dare
Like, A B see b**h? I'm a motherf**ing monster you can't C D E
Wait, I am an effin' G so f** wrong what you say, n***a
This is how I play, n***a
That K-Bang f** around get k-slang
Yo wey hang, f** around with New Orleans, n***a ain't no slay-ang
Like Jack Daniels, no... or Captain Jack Sparrows
I chill with Julian, you know how we just shoot them arrows
Like, X-Men, you can be an X-Men
k** you, f** your girl then go and f** her ex-friend
Yeah I'm in that Benz, mo'f**a how I get it you know biggest
New Orleans n***a, wrap you up just like Christmas
I'm gone
[Verse 2: 57 Pixels]
I'm gone, far long and faded
I got pictures of your girl naked
She's fake and celebratin'
That the number of dicks that been in her has reached three digits
Get wid it, Percy and 57 P hit it like 9/11
You're not worthy, so I suggest you just quit like bad shelving
k** your a** out in the country; Blake Shelton
I don't shoot bullets, b**h I break shells in
This is not a collaboration
It's blastin' mags in gas stations
Lighting f*gs with cash in it
You're in last but I ain't b**h
Your face is where I'm aiming
More brain than from a lady
Four games; all payment
Score dames like Matt Damon
No shame, yeah I'm flaming
Not gay, I'm only playing
I'm done like I came b**h
This song you'll be blaring
This is hot sh**, lots of mosh pits
When the fall hits, heheh I'm a stop it
Rapping long is the thing I'm wanting
And when I'm done with this beat, Tyga will be the king of nothing