Pourin up

Pourin up lyrics

[Intro: Percatric]
Bitch, I’m not done
Hit ‘em with the, “Get over here,” you cannot run
Tell that hoe, cannot kick if [?] punch
I’m in love with the sushi [?] the Runtz
That means put ‘em on the plate, he gon’ get chopped
Bitch, I feel like I’m Yeat, skrt the Tonk’ off the lot
Now my ex want the dick cause she see I’m gon’ pop
Ima slime [?] brudda, I’m wiping the snot
You was tough on the net, nigga, something you not
Spitting bars like I’m Seuss, I’m the Cat with the Mac
I knew that shit flew over your head, run it back
Lil bitch I’m a star and I’m gon’ stay on track
Bitch, I feel like Birdman, with my name, have respect
Put the beam on that chop, might aim at his neck
I might fuck on yo shawty, I dip like, “Who’s next?”
[Bridge: Percatric]
Off the dome I go sober, I don’t need a bean
Bitch, I feel like I’m [?], bitch, you not on my team
One puff of my blunt and you cough and you wheeze
One puff of my blunt and you gon’ go to sleep
I’m not talking no shoe but nigga, you got laced
Nigga licking his lips like it got funny taste
Ima watch him pass out, watch that boy meet his fate (DJ OB1) [Verse 1: Smokingskul]
Po-Pourin’ up drop when I’m in the Yo, yeah
Might rob a nigga, ‘fore I do the show, yeah, hey
Might rob a nigga, fuck, yeah
I’m too faded, pour me up
It’s a Perc’ inside this cup
Niggas tryna talk down, tell ‘em I don’t give a fuck
Don’t care if it ain’t the bread
Tryna come back, that shit dead
They ain’t ever give me cred’
These niggas gon’ talk to fed[Verse 2: Percatric]
Ha, ha, ha-ha, ha
I’m a real nigga, don’t fuck with feds, I’m not Jace
Niggas stealing the swag, they just copy and paste
If a Glock on my hip, then you getting erased
And my plug just pulled on me, said he need appraise
I don’t play ‘bout my paper, need that in a haste
Bitch, I feel like I’m [?], slide [?]
I’m a thief, not a charity, I’m gon’ get by
Just take yo bread, then run off
I’m not talking to stance, talking slick get you [?]
[?] Hallow tip, there’s no need for a [?]
Nigga thought he had [?], that boy a pop rock
If you up it on me, best shoot soon as the shot clock
With yo hoe I’m Dababy, I just want the BOP
I can’t rub on no clit, I feel like SilkkDaShock’
I’m not cuffin’ no thottie that just wanna hold me hard
If the Glock get the jammin’, you finna get mopped
And you not in the field, you not a fucking [?]
In the Tahoe, I feel like Barrack
If you hop on the [?], you gonna get dropped
Put yo homie on Google, I slide ‘bout that Chrome
Got a load out like Siege, bitch, I’m Bad to the Bone
[?] pull up like Patrick if you slide to my home
Rob the plug and come back like I did nothing wrong
I’m a leader, you follow, so just play your role
I’m the top of my class, bitch, I got honor roll
I’m not talking ‘bout the instrument, let’s rock n’ roll
Bitch, I’m not a lawn chair, nigga, I do not fold
And I make the rules, nigga, don’t do what I’m told
Talking down on my name, now you dead and you gone
Damn, son, where’d you find this?
And my verse is not free my nigga, there is a toll
Where is my money, I pull out the blick
Nigga, pay what you owe
I can’t hold an exclusive, man, I be the host
Smoking blacks like the Klan, bitch, I feel like I’m Smok’
And I’m smoking that good gas, make you—, choke
You not my friend, nigga, you is my foe
In the trap getting rich, nigga, but, I’m not [?]
Ima shoot that boy down when I’m uppin’ the pole
Hit him with the [?], bitch, I feel like I’m [?]
Bitch, I’m hitting the jets when I fly down the [?]
Hit yo mans with the stick, now he leaking Elmo
Hit yo hoe with the D, I feel like a savage
She said, “It’s too good”
I told her, “I know”
Run down with that stick outside, I feel like a hobo
[Verse 3: Percatric]
You thought I was finished, no, bitch, I’m not done
Hit ‘em with the, “Get over here,” you cannot run
Tell that hoe, cannot kick if [?] punch
I’m in love with the sushi [?] the Runtz
That means put ‘em on the plate, he gon’ get chopped
Bitch, I feel like I’m Yeat, skrt the Tonk’ off the lot
Now my ex want the dick cause she see I’m gon’ pop
Ima slime [?] brudda, I’m wiping the snot
You was tough on the net, nigga, something you not
Spitting bars like I’m Seuss, I’m the Cat with the Mac
I knew that shit flew over your head, run it back
Lil bitch I’m a star and I’m gon’ stay on track
Bitch, I feel like Birdman, with my name, have respect
Put the beam on that chop, might aim at his neck
I might fuck on yo shawty, I dip like, “Who’s next?”[Outro: Percatric]
Off the dome I go sober, I don’t need a bean
Bitch, I feel like I’m [?], bitch, you not on my team
One puff of my blunt and you cough and you wheeze
One puff of my blunt and you gon’ go to sleep
I’m not talking no shoe but nigga, you got laced
Nigga licking his lips like it got funny taste
Ima watch him pass out, watch that boy meet his fate