ST. PERCY

(albüm: GINGER - 2019)

[Kevin Abstract:]
I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, ayy
We was chilling in the stall making crowds move' ayy
Young K still posted in the A like a Brave
No chain ya boys got would make my neck fucking bang
Hanging on your speaker' banging on your speaker' baby (Ayy)
Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby (Ayy, ayy)
Young NOLA' PlayStation controlla (Ayy, ayy)
Send 'em just to get 'em, I hit 'em when it is over (Ayy)
Roll over 'yo soldier, no coaster
I told ya I'm back whenever the storm is over
Send it back if them boys wanna feel the clover
No closure, never reply to faux orders
My nigga so sculptured, such a short quota (Ayy, ayy)
Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder (Ayy, ayy)
Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders (Ayy, ayy)
All I got is pennies, still want me to fucking flow, bruh (Ayy)

There is no love in the ghetto
Money got it where I just can't let go
There is no love in the ghetto
Money got it where I just can't let go
Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh

[Matt Champion:]
How you do that right there, boo, I'm bamboozled, yeah
Legs go up behind the head like leopard ambushing, huh
Give her space, big ol' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh
She bust back, blow a fuse out the damn cannon
Circus, olé, okay (Yeah), roly (Woah)
Poly, slide that (Uh), pole, yeah, (Hm) low blow (Ooh)
Not seen like a dodo (No), I skip fall, stay snow globe (Ayy)
Stuck inside the corridor (Ayy), make me go so loco (Ayy)
Major League, I'm Sheen (Uh), call me Wild Thing (Uh)
She got strings all up the neck just like a violin (Ah)
I crave that chada-ching, when that venom sting (Hey)
Eyes turn redder than a motherfucking cherry stem

[Dom McLennon:]
Run up a check, ayy, uh (Run up a check)
Hit 'til I miss, ayy, uh (Hit 'til I miss)
And then keep on hitting
My niggas ain't quitting, they way too legit, ayy, uh (They way too legit)
Don't get on my list, ayy, uh (Don't get on my list)
I'm from the abyss, ayy, uh (I'm from the abyss)
You saying you real
But I watch how you act and I can't be convinced, uh
Smoking 'em out like a habit
You know we could make it tragic (Ayy)
Money had never made a nigga (Ayy)
We holding all our money in the mattress (Ayy)
Fire rapid like a savage (Ayy)
Taste is way above your pallet (Ayy)
No, I ain't for burying the hatchet (Ayy)
Take a break to pick apart the balance of this madness

[bearface:]
Uh
You got big boy money like you ready for war
You be talking like you really gon' run that though
You be running like the snot draining in from your nose
That's that ice cream, sugar, that cocaine throat
And this shit gon' bounce like my shin off your dome
And you know these boys deep, we ain't fitting in the door
And my dogs, they bark, Michael Vick on fours
Boy, this shit long gone, why you hit my phone? (Whoa!)

See how full it is, homie
See how real it is
Hell no

[Merlyn Wood:]
Murder man, murder man
Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly
Murder man, murder man
Someone better–
Murder man, murder man
Someone better–
Murder man, man
Someone hold me b–, b–, shit gets ug–
Murder man, murder man
Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly