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[Percy]
We going in

[57 Pixels]
(Teeeeeh!)

[Verse 1: Percy]
Yeah, your girl in the Pampers
Ha, I'm the shit, uh...
I work anything that I want to
This is what I'm going do
Yeah, your bitch bad but I tell her I don't want chu
Flyer than a mo'fucka, yeah I'm a mo'fucka
Fuck a nigga mother, now you can call me mo'fucka
That just how I flow, nigga
I go that 5-0-4, nigga
I'm the realest, yeah fasho, nigga
I'm something you should know, nigga
So catch it boy, I'm the wood chop in this bitch
And I'm fly head to toe, all my clothes it stitched
I wait, I got it uh...
Grip work, rocket uh...
New Orleans, nigga in this bitch
Wait, woah Kemosabe every balling is my hobby
I fuck yo ho up in the lobby
No that's fucking that I gotta do, this what I do, chill with my crew
That 5-0-4, I'm from the boot and I will put Buddha's boot in you
That's how I fucking rise, I'm on that cruise ship, I do shit
Got yo ho sucking my dick fast like she work with two lips
Wait, nah I mean two pair, this is how I do dare
No niggas I don't do share, but don't fuck around when I do dare
Like, A B see bitch? I'm a motherfucking monster you can't C D E
Wait, I am an effin' G so fuck wrong what you say, nigga
This is how I play, nigga
That K-Bang fuck around get k-slang
Yo wey hang, fuck around with New Orleans, nigga ain't no slay-ang
Like Jack Daniels, no... or Captain Jack Sparrows
I chill with Julian, you know how we just shoot them arrows
Like, X-Men, you can be an X-Men
Kill you, Fuck your girl then go and fuck her ex-friend
Yeah I'm in that Benz, mo'fucka how I get it you know biggest
New Orleans nigga, wrap you up just like Christmas
I'm gone

[Verse 2: 57 Pixels]
I'm gone, far long and faded
I got pictures of your girl naked
She's fake and celebratin'
That the number of dicks that been in her has reached three digits
Get wid it, Percy and 57 P hit it like 9/11
You're not worthy, so I suggest you just quit like bad shelving
Kill your ass out in the country; Blake Shelton
I don't shoot bullets, bitch I break shells in
This is not a collaboration
It's blastin' mags in gas stations
Lighting fags with cash in it
You're in last but I ain't bitch
Your face is where I'm aiming
More brain than from a lady
Four games; all payment
Score dames like Matt Damon
No shame, yeah I'm flaming
Not gay, I'm only playing
I'm done like I came bitch
This song you'll be blaring
This is hot shit, lots of mosh pits
When the fall hits, heheh I'm a stop it
Rapping long is the thing I'm wanting
And when I'm done with this beat, Tyga will be the king of nothing