Percocets, Molly, Percocets
Percocets, Molly, Percocets
Percocets, Molly, Percocets
Percocets, Molly, Percocets

I love fucking hoes who would fuck me over if I fuck up and start catching feelings
Catch a bullet if you push ya luck around me, my boys got Luger lyrics
All the noise we makes too apparent
Every thot in here be tryna pull us
Tryna bring a hoe to meet the parents
I done been and done that, now I'm savage
Molly, molly, molly, fuck Hov
I don't walk around in Tom Ford
Spoil a bitch with my student loan, now my phone hit up by these boujee hoes
Who woulda known, sideways every Friday when I roll with my n***as
I tell the trick of the day that she gotta roll cause I can’t feel my fingers
I only roll with the realest, we don’t sleep like Nas don’t
I know bitches who in law school, I know n***as breaking laws too
Opposite sides of the spectrum, ghosting up 24/7
Giving you Ed like you special, put that on my n***a Kevin
Percocets, Molly, Percocets
How you gone say you the one, you just be fronting my n***a, never repped the set
Pussy n***a talking shit, I’m coming through with your bitch
Clear to me you is a bitch, I say free my n***a X
I say I’m that n***a yes, I give a fuck if you hatin’
Dawg, I barely wanna live, but my life be looking like I be with Satan
I’m in line, keep waiting, you can wait on me like tables, shit won’t be changing
Only thing that's turning up is my clique, bringing the bangers

Percocets, Molly, Percocets
Percocets, Molly, Percocets
Purp and shit, drowning in this shit
I just started I don’t even got a cheque
Like I said, you ain’t never repped a set
So why you fronting about that shit?

Too many vices are on me, I need advice from my homies
I feel like Vice might be on me, hopefully that’s paranoia
N***a used to be a Hoya, now making music in college
Guess I got too many problems, focused on making a profit
Skinny n***a yeah I’m talking, you never heard of a better flow
Never ever see me striking out, always on top of the pedestal
Always on drops of the medicine, I’m tryna stop cause my Mama though
Feeling like Future without the ropes, talk to ya hoe
And she wanna know, how the G’st n***a roll, but baby I don’t do talk
Give her some coke, keep her coming back for more
She love the parties we throw, cleaner than soap
All these n***as tryna grip, always talking all that shit, like it’s legit
Guess they jealous of the strip, making blood spill like a crip
Uh so they call me that sleepy assassin, i done never hit a perc though
Homie, we never be crashing, half of my n***as on the purp though
We fucking bitches you wish for, they gonna ride cause my clique dope
While you stuck on the shit talk, that's why I got on a smirk though