Damn (nine, nine, nine)
Alright, Mello made it right
Oh-oh (nine, nine, nine, na)
I'm these niggas parents (oh, nine, nine, nine)
It's apparent (Nine, nine, nine)
I'm these niggas parents (oh-oh)
It's apparent
The Gucci that I'm wearin'
In that McLaren
Got all the hoes staring and glaring (oh-oh)
And glaring
I'm these niggas parents (uh-uh)
It's apparent (uh-uh)
The Gucci that I'm wearin' (uh-uh)
In that McLaren (uh-uh)
Got all these hoes staring, glaring, and watching (yeah)
Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you're not a cop (yeah)
I told hеr double cup me, codeinе I can't stop (uh-uh)
Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah
I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (uh-uh)
Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (let's go, let's go)
Red bottoms bleed, like a murder scene (yeah)
Like the movie, Scream (let's go)
Like the movie, Scream (let's go)
I'm a Perc fiend (oh, yeah)
Give her Perc D (oh, yeah)
She got wet dreams (oh, yeah)
She can't catch me (oh, yeah)
Like a track team (oh, yeah)
I'ma run to the bands like an athlete (oh, oh, oh, yeah)
Too ahead, too ahead, no surpassing (oh, oh, oh, yeah)
I'm in Cali', I don't smoke Marley
And I don't sniff Sally
But I like Perc's and I like syrup, 'cause they work for me
Yo' lil' bird gave my phone a chirp, she gon' twerk for me
Yeah, I like Perc's and I like syrup, cause they work for me
I'ma let them do they worst
I'm these niggas parents (uh-uh)
It's apparent (uh-uh)
The Gucci that I'm wearin' (uh-uh)
In that McLaren (uh-uh)
Got all these hoes staring, glaring, and watching (yeah)
Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you're not a cop (yeah)
I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (uh-uh)
Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty soda pop, yeah
I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (uh-uh)
Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty soda pop, yeah (let's go, let's go)
Pour a bottle of codeine inside the soda pop
And she got molly and codeine inside the soda pop
We went to Miami just to take a load off
Seen a white bitch do cocaine, it took her nose off
And my codeine talk to ya', I don't even gotta pop a pill
Got my dawgs with me, you know how that go
Christian Dior from my head to my toes
My first year rich, spent a hundred bands on my clothes
And that's no cap, I got my Porsche in the back
I get my dawg fifty bands, I get a fuck nigga whacked
I'm drinkin' codeine, I done made it out the trap
Know a lotta niggas hated and that's a fact
But I made it, I'm a big dog now
I'm these niggas parents (yeah)
It's apparent (uh-uh)
The Gucci that I'm wearin' (yeah)
In that McLaren (uh-uh)
Got all these hoes staring, glaring, and watching (uh-huh)
Now they wanna cuff me, bitch, you're not a cop (yeah)
I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Been pouring up a lot, yeah, dirty Soda Pop, yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh)
I told her double cup me, codeine I can't stop (uh-huh, uh-huh)
Been pouring up a lot, uh, dirty Soda Pop, yeah (uh-huh, uh-huh)
