Artist: Lil Wayne
Album: Funeral
Year: 2020
[Intro – Lil Wayne]
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
[Verse 1 – Lil Wayne]
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ personal now
All I can see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ virtual now
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup till I drown
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
They ’bout to give me a personal foul
I’mma thank God for my existence
I’mma thank God for my charisma
I’mma thank God that I’m in the business
And I’mma thank God I’m not in the system
I’mma thank God for the pots that I pissed in
I’mma thank God for the times I done risked it
I’mma thank God for workin’ out the logistics
I’mma thank God that I’m not a statistic
All of my jewelry is fuckin’ ridiculous
I cannot really be seriously serious
All of my goons take everything serious
Run in the building and kill your superiors
Killin’ the staff and kill the affiliates
Smokin’ 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 workin’ that ass continuous
I’m workin’ my plans, ingenuous
I’m talkin’ ’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 daughter, no doubt
It’s been all about now until now
I’ve been keepin’ it quiet, but loud
I’ve been keepin’ it private, but proud
I’ve been treatin’ the fire like flowers
I’ve been keepin’ it silent but “pow!”
And she ’bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin’ personal now
Oh my God, I’m ’bout to skirt on her blouse
Oh my God, she ’bout to slurp up a child
She ’bout to twerk on the ground
Oh my God, she gettin’ 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 gettin’ 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 gettin’ 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 till I drown
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
They ’bout to give me a personal foul, damn
[Middle – Mannie Fresh]
Ayy, tell you what you should do son
[Verse 2 – Lil Wayne]
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’mma die rich full of my shit
Bust up in your house on some Mob shit, leave no hostage
Leave it lookin’ like January 2nd, July 5th
Y’all are all witnesses to my battles, I shall fight
Been through a whole lot of 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’mma 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 gettin’ personal now
All I could see is the purplest clouds
Oh my God, we gettin’ virtual now
I’m ’bout to sip on this syrup till I drown
Oh my God, I’m gettin’ thirstier now
I’m ballin’ way too hard on these clowns
They ’bout to give me a personal foul
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