Piano Trap歌词

作词 : Dwayne Carter/Byron Thomas
作曲 : Dwayne Carter/Byron Thomas
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
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 'til 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'ma thank God for my existence
I'ma thank God for my charisma
I'ma thank God that I'm in the business
And I'ma thank God I'm not in the system
I'ma thank God for the pots that I pissed in
I'ma thank God for the times I done risked it
I'ma thank God for workin' out the logistics
I'ma thank God that I'm not a statistic
All of my jewelry is f**kin' 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 a*s all in my peripheral
Hop in that hop in that like an amphibian
She workin' that a*s 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 daughters 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
Yeah
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 'til 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 d**n
Ayy tell you what you should do son
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 n***a you just on iCloud
I'm an icon I shine and burn your eyes out
You on the sideline my side b***h got a side b***h
Gotta sip slow 'case I die quick I'm alive b***h
Born piss poor I'ma die rich full of my s**t
Bust up in your house on some mob s**t leave no hostage
Leave you lookin' like January 2nd July 5th
Y'all are all witnesses to my battles I shall fight
Been through a whole lotta bulls**t 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 d**k banana up in her tailpipe
Big fish n***a killer whale kill a b***h n***a
I'ma snap and send a pic n***a flick-flick n***a
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 'til 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