No Pt - Perky P

In my cup all red like piru
I done fucked up the sack I ain't try to
Put his face on the news now he viral
High as hell kiss the curb in a Tahoe
Really rich what it say in my bio
I might dissect the bitch like it's bio
We ain't dating I'll gave her trial
Switching lanes do the dash in trackhawk no this bitch did not come with no miles
Paranoid I might spray thru the crowd
If he play get a shot in this bitch it ain't crown
My neighbors complaining my engine to loud
Send his soul to the sky left his face on the ground
Shordy say I'm a dog I ain't been to the pound
Don't pull up tryna box I'ma give you some rounds
She say don't use no auto I love how you sound
And you cuffing and loving these hoes you a clown
Bro throwing heat he belong on the mound
I8 seats squeaking when I sit down
She a Ugly thick bitch ima turn her around
No I ain't racist white men in my wallet I'm loving blue faces
It ain't got no serial how you gone trace it
Shell catcher equipped I ain't leaving no cases
I stand up on the pedal like who tryna race it
I be floating that three ninety two like a spaceship
She gave me head in the rover it's spacious
Pink patty perk got lil mama so anxious
And my nigga serving up beef like angus
Pushing two hundred we flying thru traffic
We having bows for the low better tap in
He a drop out he first degree done came from trapping
No I can't leave until I see the backend
My momma say boy you a star I'm like Patrick
I done hit three in a row this hat trick
My bitches be classy my blickys be ratchet
The chosen one baby I'm making it happen
Baguettes insane diamonds keep switching colors
If you can't get to him better knock off his brother
I know they want me dead so I ride with a cutter
Nigga check out my spread my shit smoother than butter
I made a ten yesterday no I won't hesitate to hit Johnny and blow that
Half of these nigga be bitches so why would you diss and you already know that
Hit every bitch with a strap I ain't talm bout a dyke must've thought I was Kodak
Really came up we don't struggle I drip like a puddle you know I can't go back
In my cup all red like piru
I done fucked up the sack I ain't try to
Put his face on the news now he viral
High as hell kiss the curb in a Tahoe
Really rich what it say in my bio
I might dissect the bitch like it's bio
We ain't dating I'll gave her trial
Switching lanes do the dash in trackhawk no this bitch did not come with no miles
Paranoid I might spray thru the crowd
If he play get a shot in this bitch it ain't crown
My neighbors complaining my engine to loud
Send his soul to the sky left his face on the ground
Shordy say I'm a dog I ain't been to the pound
Don't pull up tryna box I'ma give you some rounds
She say don't use no auto I love how you sound

Written by:
Elijah Collins

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