[Intro]
(Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
My n***a he back on the Perc
I'ma call it Kurt Angle
Uh, uh, yeah (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh

[Chorus]
My n***a he back on the Perc (Perc)
I'ma call it Kurt Angle (Yeah)
I'ma pray that he stable (Yeah)
I'ma pray for some angels (Yeah)
Spreading racks on the table
That n***a lied, that's a fable
These n***as ain't able, uh
[?]

[Verse]
I feel like Beyoncé, where is my halo? Uh
She eat it up like it's queso, uh
Play with the meat like it's Play-Doh, uh
All of my n***as they fatal
Talkin' shit then hе ended up fatal
All my n***as we pull out thе K though
All my n***as we throwin' up halos
I ain't takin' pictures, but a n***a got the Canon (Okay)
Pull it out, then I'ma brand em'
Call up my bro' from Atlanta
He gon' pull up and make him a phantom
I'm off Bob Marley, a n***a be jammin' (Okay)
Rock em' away like my name Beres Hammond
The bullets will eat him up, like he was salmon
(The bullets will eat him up, like he was salmon) Uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
My n***a he back on the Perc
I'ma call it Kurt Angle
I'ma pray that he stable
I'ma pray for some angels
Spreading racks on the table
That n***a lied, that's a fable
These n***as ain't able