Perk Talk (bonus)

Is that Andre Have you ever been loved Have you ever been loved as I have Perk ten, got me geeking, I can't feel a thing Shooter pull up deep, guarantee that I'ma win the game Running up the sniper rifle, probably take you out your chain First class flight off a xan, threw up on the plane Drank head, hit the gym so I can burn some belly fat Sending shots at Y4L, I bet we send them bitches back Playing with my money, need it now, boy, I'd kill for that Nah, we can't talk that money shit if you can't up a couple racks OT in the D, I just left the A Joke's up, wood full of runtz, this bitch to the face Half a thrax of exotic in my bag, I just caught a case I'm his favorite rapper, but he pull up spraying down the drac' I got, uh, bitches on my dick and they won't get off White hoe, banging on the block, She serve that fentanyl Sorry, bae, you know you ain't getting a ring, I feel like Chris Paul Twelve flicked us in that vette, I bet you we gone get lost Crying by the bitch, aw, shit, you need some panties Got that work in, sell these perk 10s to your granny, Four of wock in my Sprite, drankhead, I got some quagy If I don't fuck off a perk, then this bitch gon' make me lazy damn, she knew I was a dog and she let me bone Little bitch, cheifing on the weed, she like Pat Mahomes Run up on the gang, boy, I bet you ain't gon' make it home Run up in your house with my stepper like you home alone I get that bread, yeah, I get that provolone Got her pussy dripping wet when she smelling my cologne This a everyday thing, got some drip, I throw it on the full court All year, 24, I'm coming strong Bring me all the junkies, tell them that I got the perks in And Chase ain't even take my checks, yeah, I bet the clerk did All week, sipping purple, now I'm trying to pour red Glock 22 with 308s will knock you out your dreads Perk 10, got me geeking, I can't feel a thing Shooter pull up deep, guarantee that I'ma win the game Running up this sniper rifle, probably take you out your chain First class flight off a perk, threw up on the plane Broke ASF, nigga, need to get your money up So much drank around would've thought the gang a sponsor candy crush In that Bumblebee, hit the gas, crank the Chevy up Put them dubs down, I can flex with all the Benjis up Got an AP, water on my wrist like a snowflake You chatting on the gram, way too much, you ain't getting no play This chopper got a dick and some titties, it go both ways I got a Mexican that probably kill you for them OJs Amex jamming, guarantee that this gon' go through I came a long way, down from nothing, but I told you And Y4L, that's my gang, nigga, I don't know you And he said I wasn't go up a couple racks, so I'ma show you