peezy & babyface ray - 2 percs lyrics
[intro: babyface ray]
(trey trey)
man, n+ggas is gettin’ put off this b+tch
[verse 1: babyface ray]
ayy, i just got a call from your b+tch, she wanna blow me down
i feel like dz, you ain’t hold me down
yeah (yeah)
hmm (yeah)
baby, i’ve been grindin’ hard, make the ogs smile (yeah)
gucci sh+t, moncler coat for my child
you might get lucky, f+ck a bad b+tch from the crowd (come here)
crib off the water like i live on [?]
baby, we the ones, who the competiton? none
say i got the sauce, sh+t, i would if i can give you some
jumpin’ out fresh, they like, “d+mn, where you get that from?”
f+ck her off a perc, next time, get your friend to come
f+ck the other side, you know that chopstick hold a hun’
i’m in it knee+deep, i even let the plug meet my son (i did)
they say this town scorchin’, get another route
first you get it plain, then flood the bezel out
[chorus: tuan, 2g’s & babyface ray]
sauce splashin’, don’t ask, you know we drippin’ (yeah, splash)
we on percs with two cups with poison in ’em (yeah)
i just be trappin’ with my loubs on (yeah, yeah)
bankroll on me, so the tool long (it’s on)
amiri jeans, leather knees with money in ’em (motherf+cker)
fashionista, f+ck dealin’ with money (ayy, ayy, yeah)
brand+new rollie and it’s two+tone (two+tone)
you ain’t gotta ask if our crew on (yeah, we on it)
[verse 2: peezy]
first you get it plain, blow the bezel out (bust it down)
whole hood flooded, bring the shovel out (it’s flooded)
red bottoms on, they think the devil out (with the spikes on)
bet a thousand, shoot a thousand, n+gga, seven thou’
this sh+t ain’t all that, i want a different bets
f+ck your main thing off a perc and get your b+tch attached (get your b+tch attached)
on and off the road, i get sick of rap (gone)
b+tch, my whole team drippin’, we the driplomats (dripset)
when they drop the bag off, i’ma run through it (yeah)
b+tch talkin’ nasty on the ‘gram, i told her come through it (pull up)
make a dub in one day, then i thumb through it (thumb through that sh+t)
we ain’t runnin’ from the smoke, we gon’ run to it (what’s happenin’, n+gga?)
four a lift mink dragon to the floor
broke+ass n+ggas funny, got me laughin’ to the floor
told my out+of+town n+ggas run through that, come get some more (come on)
i don’t even want your b+tch, come get this mack+ass ho, n+gga
[chorus: tuan, 2g’s & babyface ray]
sauce splashin’, don’t ask, you know we drippin’ (yeah, splash)
we on percs with two cups with poison in ’em (yeah)
i just be trappin’ with my loubs on (yeah, yeah)
bankroll on me, so the tool long (it’s on)
amiri jeans, leather knees with money in ’em (motherf+cker)
fashionista, f+ck dealin’ with money (ayy, ayy, yeah)
brand+new rollie and it’s two+tone (two+tone)
you ain’t gotta ask if our crew on (yeah, we on it)
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