Piano Trap

(album: Funeral - 2020)

[Part I]

I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud (Yeah)
I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud

Oh my God, I'm getting personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I'm getting virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm getting thirstier now
I'm balling way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul
I'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for working out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is fucking ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killing the staff and kill the affiliates
Smoking this gas just like it's some helium
I see y'all ass all in my peripheral
Hop in that, hop in that like an amphibian
She working that ass continuous
I'm working my plans, ingenuous
I'm talking 'bout mags and millions
Mags and millions, man, ask Eminem
I got a monogamous smile
I do not know how I do how
I give all to my daughters, no doubt
It's been all about now until now
I've been keeping it quiet but loud
I've been keeping it private but proud
I've been treating the fire like flowers
I've been keeping it silent but "Pow"
And she 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she getting personal now
Oh my God, I'm 'bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she 'bout to slurp up a child (Yeah)
She 'bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she getting personal now
Oh my God, she threw her shirt in the crowd
Oh my God, she 'bout to surf in the crowd
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm getting personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
Pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm getting personal now
Call up my phone and my service was down
Sorry, I ain't been on Earth in a while
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm getting thirstier now
I'm balling way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul, damn

[Part II]

Ayy, tell you what you should do, son

Uh, let's get personal, Percocet got me vertical
Them Uzis get so surgical, shooters, they shoot like Türkoğlu
We murder you, then bury you, dig a hole and throw dirt at you
You disappear like abracadabra, magic like 32
It is my time, and when it is, you on timeout
I'm on Cloud 9 and, nigga, you just on iCloud
I'm an icon, I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline, my side bitch got a side bitch
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick, I'm alive, bitch
Born piss poor, I'ma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave you looking like January 2nd, July 5th
Y'all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bullshit, still smell nice
Poverty to penitentiary straight to paradise
Took a few L's without 'em, I couldn't spell 'Life'
Airtight, vagina tight and it better smell right
Banana clip dick, banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish, nigga, killer whale, kill a bitch nigga
I'ma snap and send a pic, nigga, flick-flick, nigga
Tunechi, I pop me a Perc and I smoke me some loud
Oh my God, I'm getting personal now
All I could see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we getting virtual now
I'm 'bout to sip on this syrup 'til I drown
Oh my God, I'm getting thirstier now
I'm balling way too hard on these clowns
They 'bout to give me a personal foul