Lyrics
This Perc' got me bustin'
Them boys need to catch up, so they signed to DJ Mustard
Pour a deuce of the Tris, I brought that s**t outta the country
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
Got two b***hes laid up and they bomfy (like, damn)
(Before we take a chance and do this)
Missionary the d**k in her tummy (let's go)
She got the Humpty Dumpty (go)
Buckle up 'cause this s**t gon' get bumpy
(like, before we lookin' back as foolish) yes, pour me a shot of the
Like, I've been sober since mornin', I'm grumpy (like), b***h
She got a donkey, black trucks ain't nothin'
I told lil' bro, "Go and punch it"
If she ain't with the suckin', I promise, I won't buy her nothin'
When I walk in the party, got PTSD, I be clutchin'
When she kissed me and s**t, I was blushin'
Chrome Heart tank top, all of my chains on
In 'em meetings, be high with my shades on
F**k the opps, we don't know none of they songs
Bet my neighbors know me like I'm Trey Songz
I bet way too much, dawg, movin' in and out
I don't want no damn kids, I came in her mouth
Once I get the backend, yeah, I'm in and out
Keep a G on my waist when I'm in the South
This Perc' got me bustin'
Them boys need to catch up, so they signed to DJ Mustard
Pour a deuce of the Tris, I brought that s**t outta the country
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
Got two b***hes laid up and they bomfy
(Before we take a chance and do this)
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
(Before we lookin' back as foolish, ah, s**t, let's go)
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
You could wear what you want, it do not matter to me
My b***h the baddest and mean
When I'm with you, I'm a happier me (like, damn)
Yes, I can't trip on no lean, I know she'd rather the G
Yes, who got more swagger than me? Yes, who pockets
Like, damn, f**k the internet
That s**t is chatter to me (word to bro)
She so fine, but she want me to seed her
She tryna make a lil' family tree
She want Louis, Balenci', Chanel
And she want a new Gallery tee (get it)
And she s**t on 'em b***hes, she do it so casually (like)
This Perc' got me bustin' (before we take a chance and do this)
Them boys need to catch up, so they signed to DJ Mustard
Pour a deuce of the Tris, I brought that s**t outta the country
(before we lookin' back as foolish) it's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
Got two b***hes laid up and they bomfy
(Before we take a chance and do this)
(Before we)
(Before we lookin' back as foolish) MC, make another hit
(Before we take a chance and do this)
(Before we)
(Before we lookin' back as foolish) MC, make another hit
Them boys need to catch up, so they signed to DJ Mustard
Pour a deuce of the Tris, I brought that s**t outta the country
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
Got two b***hes laid up and they bomfy (like, damn)
(Before we take a chance and do this)
Missionary the d**k in her tummy (let's go)
She got the Humpty Dumpty (go)
Buckle up 'cause this s**t gon' get bumpy
(like, before we lookin' back as foolish) yes, pour me a shot of the
Like, I've been sober since mornin', I'm grumpy (like), b***h
She got a donkey, black trucks ain't nothin'
I told lil' bro, "Go and punch it"
If she ain't with the suckin', I promise, I won't buy her nothin'
When I walk in the party, got PTSD, I be clutchin'
When she kissed me and s**t, I was blushin'
Chrome Heart tank top, all of my chains on
In 'em meetings, be high with my shades on
F**k the opps, we don't know none of they songs
Bet my neighbors know me like I'm Trey Songz
I bet way too much, dawg, movin' in and out
I don't want no damn kids, I came in her mouth
Once I get the backend, yeah, I'm in and out
Keep a G on my waist when I'm in the South
This Perc' got me bustin'
Them boys need to catch up, so they signed to DJ Mustard
Pour a deuce of the Tris, I brought that s**t outta the country
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
Got two b***hes laid up and they bomfy
(Before we take a chance and do this)
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
(Before we lookin' back as foolish, ah, s**t, let's go)
It's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
You could wear what you want, it do not matter to me
My b***h the baddest and mean
When I'm with you, I'm a happier me (like, damn)
Yes, I can't trip on no lean, I know she'd rather the G
Yes, who got more swagger than me? Yes, who pockets
Like, damn, f**k the internet
That s**t is chatter to me (word to bro)
She so fine, but she want me to seed her
She tryna make a lil' family tree
She want Louis, Balenci', Chanel
And she want a new Gallery tee (get it)
And she s**t on 'em b***hes, she do it so casually (like)
This Perc' got me bustin' (before we take a chance and do this)
Them boys need to catch up, so they signed to DJ Mustard
Pour a deuce of the Tris, I brought that s**t outta the country
(before we lookin' back as foolish) it's sad to say I'm a rich junkie
Got two b***hes laid up and they bomfy
(Before we take a chance and do this)
(Before we)
(Before we lookin' back as foolish) MC, make another hit
(Before we take a chance and do this)
(Before we)
(Before we lookin' back as foolish) MC, make another hit