Текст песни No More Percs - Leeko Lavish

Ya Know
I stopped popping percocets but I still feel amazing
They say you the one that got the city steady blazing
Wake up like a rooster
Champ my mild don't loosen it
I can't calm my lil bro down he always on some stupid shit
I go crazy no bionic but I'm like a lunatic
They treat me like I'm iconic but I don't be doing shit
Want my time but I can't find it till She let me get behind it
Make her trap right in the trenches then go fly her to a island
Yea okay
Let's get back to bidness
Where I'm from we double back Make sure we clap the witness
To the opps I don't react
I just get back to winning
Matter fact fuck all that shit I'm fuckin on one of they bitches ugh
And nigga I been living like Hugh Hefner
Get a bag and it's fast I can't stress none
On the opps jump out smash Probo bust his ass
All facts I was rolling off the ercs in class
My bitch steady mad always tweakin' and shit
But she gone eat this dick when we ain't speakin' and shit
If she get out of line I'm gone delete the lil bitch
One .380 and two 9's
It's me and Jee in this bitch
We up the smoke and clog ya lungs till you can't breath in here
If you in route then here we come and we gone meet you there
He poppin' shit don't got a gun he gone need urgent care
I walk in Mickey D's I gotta mac I'm working here (Ya Know)
I caught a opp in traffic but I had my niece with me
The opps know bout leek lavish
They can't get no peace with me
The Feds was on our ass
No trappin' we hit B and E's
I'm still spending five hundred dollars on QP's
Ain't nun to get a nigga knocked Off for two G's
I ain't gone hawk you down
I'm throwin bullets Drew Brees
The backend come with double interest
Trap like I'm suspended
And niggas always stealing flows that I ain't Never lended

Before I let a nigga cook me
I'll get apprehended
You pussy boy you know you rookie
You sweet like a cookie
I could of went to college
Got addicted to trappin
Now I'm sending armed robbers
Where you shit where you nappin
Lil Jit gone get hit in his shit
As soon as he walk out
The backdoor always open don't get clapped up for no clout
We caught you walkin' in so now we clapping at your house
You a die for that name droppin
Better watch yo fuckin mouth

We got AR-15's
Put em on a big screen
Lil cuzzo only sixteen
And for D bitch I'm always having mixed dreams yea
Mind of a fuckin' monster
I could see right through you niggas line of a imposters
Niggas never come outside so we doing pop ups
We know where you niggas live so that's where them glocks dump
Gilly he got mob ties that's my evil conscious
And he move round with that nine
Stop the fuckin' nonsense
For a minute we was down now we gotta drop shit
Bullets jump right through the crowd like a fuckin' mosh pit
Tha tha thaa I know I got problems yea yea
Oh my god ima fuckin monster yea yea
That boy lied I know he imposter yea yea
When we slide
Leave your shit like pasta yea yea
Wartime so I bought a choppa
We got more nines and more thirty poppers
He got faceshots throw him in the dungeon
My block on top they know how we coming
My glock find opps like it got a compass