4Loyalty Entertainment, J. Ervin, 4L Bray, Mr. Paperwork - Mr Percky Boy

Tried me a 30 and now I'm a Perc-y Boy
Baby I'm tryna turn nothing to numbers
I was down on my ass and that shit was a bummer
Smoking dope in the winter to feel like the summer
This rapping shit had my name hot like a sauna
They like how that boy went from the band to a trapper?
I'm mixing codeine in that pineapple Snapple
I stay with my dog and no, I'm not a Kappa
They like how did that boy turn to a rapper?
My life is a book, so I wrote me a chapter
Look at this dick when I hit your shit backwards
She want me to fuck so I had to check my calendar
If she don't act right you know I'ma banish her
Eating this nut make her feel like cannibal
Out of control make me feel like an animal
Out of control make me feel like a (yeah)

I'm itching
I'm living relentless
I'm pissed cause the vision not coming to fruition
Unless I just let go of the wishing
Unless I go and get on my mission
Uninvite every hoe out our bidness
Unc aint right, done let go of his senses
Might be high somewhere down in them trenches
Like Might Guy open gates for to send him
Bright night sky, stars inside of the ceiling
That's in the vision
Aww feel it
I got plans for the future they pending
I'm saying, they say being fake is intrinsic (yeah)
Who wouldn't be villains if not for the feelings? (yeah)
Who wouldn't be chillin if not for the killing?
Who wouldn't hate me if I got some M's?
Who is that nigga?
Look at him
He trim
High while I'm driving
I'm above the rim
(Clap clap clap)
That's the sound of that ass when it clap
I can change your whole life at a clip like it's magic
I never hit raw, I wrap up like a bandit
Call me Mr. Houdini, I fuck and I vanish
Can't know that I'm gone keep a band in my hand
I might fuck around take my bitch to Japan
Take my bitch to the beach, put her feet in the sand
I keep more (aye aye aye aye)

Tried me a 30 and now I'm a Perc-y Boy
Baby I'm tryna turn nothing to numbers
I was down on my ass and that shit was a bummer
Smoking dope in the winter to feel like the summer
This rapping shit had my name hot like a sauna
They like how that boy went from the band to a trapper?
I'm mixing codeine in that pineapple Snapple
I stay with my dog and no, I'm not a Kappa
They like how did that boy turn to a rapper?
My life is a book, so I wrote me a chapter
Look at this dick when I hit your shit backwards
She want me to fuck so I had to check my calendar
If she don't act right you know I'ma banish her
Eating this nut make her feel like cannibal
Out of control make me feel like an animal
Out of control make me feel like a (yeah)
(Out of control make me feel like a yeah)

Right now I'm on tabs
I aint been in the lab
That boy balling so hard like he play for the Mavs
That boy balling so hard like he play for the Mavs
Said fuck working a job, I went straight to the trap
Watch a brick turn to double, boy you do the math
Watch a brick turn to double, boy you do the math
(On god)

Written by:
Braylon Simmons, Jahari Ervin, Roytavious Greenfield

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