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ftos twan - perk talk lyrics

[intro]
(slow down this sh+t, dazeful)

[verse]
a lot of sh+t up on my mind i don’t even say
b+tch, i don’t play games, i ain’t got time to play
you ain’t got no rise to get my pape’, you better find a way
f+ck bein’ on your time, n+gga, i ain’t got time to wait
b+tch, my name hold weight
they try to spit up on my crib, i gave the ho eight
f+ck stoppin’ on the beat, b+tch, i’ma go the whole way
they tryna take the short route, b+tch, i went the long way
in the scat’ doin’ the dash on robber t longway
don’t make me mad, b+tch, i’ma flash and pull up with long k’s
n+gga tried to run up, them shots turn his ass the wrong way
it’s 6 o’clock, i’m in the booth, it’s finna be a long day
b+tch, i’m the illest, n+ggas lyin’, out herе claimin’ they the realеst
run up, shoot him in his heart, shoot up out his feelings
don’t ask me ’bout sh+t, b+tch, i don’t know about no k!llings
get in my mood and pop a perc’, b+tch, i’m a motherf+ckin’ gremlin
b+tch, don’t let me catch you with him, i’ma still try to get him
b+tch, i’m tweakin’ out, don’t give a f+ck who ridin’ with him
f+ck that, b+tch, i’ma let time get him
he love his brother, man, his ass should’ve died with him
b+tch, i’m on tip, this a drac’, f+ck a switch
difference is, b+tch, i got a different way of tuckin’ it
b+tch, i only wanna f+ck, i ain’t cuffin’ it
what state that i’m from, this b+tch the shape of an oven mitt
beatin’ her down, she say she lovin’ it
my n+ggas speedin’ the road down, b+tch, they huggin’ it
i stuck my d+ck up in her jaws, she ain’t suckin’ it
glock in my pants, i whip it out, you know i’m bustin’ it
you wouldn’t believe i almost gave up on rappin’, said, “f+ck this sh+t”
but i had to think about it, like i love this sh+t
could be real, n+gga, ain’t no love in this sh+t
caught an opp in traffic, then i dropped a dub in his whip
i might say what’s up, but i don’t give no hugs, lil’ b+tch
i’m anti, b+tch, i don’t like people, but just a lil’ bit
told tae pour all the drank, f+ck a lil’ bit
b+tch, you can see it in my face, i’m high as h+ll, f+ck a lil’ bit
you want this sh+t, you better not bullsh+t
i’m gettin’ everything up out my way, i’m a bull, b+tch
don’t try to sell me nothin’ fake, you can’t fool sh+t
he had this bl!ck, you could see it in his face, he never pulled sh+t
fake thugs, we don’t get along, i’ll make them n+ggas sit alone
b+tch, i’m muggin’ in the party, don’t ask me what i’m on
you know i’m on tip, i got my skully on
k!ll a n+gga, leave his ass stankin’ like an onion roll
b+tch, suck my d+ck, don’t say sh+t
opps gettin’ they ass beat, they curlin’ like a k clip
i can’t beef with n+ggas, n+ggas out here on some gay sh+t
tellin’ hoes that you k!llin’ me, that’s some lame sh+t
catchin’ plays in your hood, n+gga, that’s some everyday sh+t
boy, you ain’t good in your hood, they kicked you out, you ain’t safe, b+tch
sixty on the arp, ain’t gotta tape sh+t
keep talkin’, i’ma have my young n+ggas spray sh+t
b+tch, i ride fishbowl, where the opps at?
i’m mad as f+ck in this b+tch ’cause my pop flat
chop ran out of bullets, where my glock at?
n+ggas out here talkin’ down to hoes, they better stop that
one up in the head, ain’t gotta c+ck back
take somethin’ from me, this is not that
head tap, b+tch, i’ll hit you in your top hat
they in my wood, b+tch, don’t ask me where the dead opps at

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