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Jace Iayze - Perkys Lyrics

[Intro: Summrs]
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

[Verse 1: Summrs]
Nigga better not come at me 'bout no bitch, I'ma go slut her (Uh)
Met that nigga on the internet, how you call that nigga your brother? (He slayed this one)
In the G63 sippin' mud, grippin' my cutter (Brr)
Came in this bitch, don't try shit, the game, I took it (I took it, I took it)
My nigga, you is not fuckin' with me, you a rookie (A rookie, a rookie)
Even if I'm not standing on my racks, my nigga, you can't overlook me (Phew)
Nigga, you not my twin, we not locked in (Nope)
Couldn't make it to the meeting, I slept in off some Tris (Go, go)
It's like a bitch that cut herself, that's how deep this shit get (Go, go)
Just like a bitch that cut herself, that's how deep this shit get (Woah, woah)
You dressеd up in Christian Dior, you looking so perfect (Perfеct, perfect)
Fuckin' on fans, shit was perfect (Perfect, perfect)
Bitch, what is you saying? Got to watch your wording (Wording)
Niggas is snakes, they fuck with those serpents (Serpents, serp—)
High off an Oxycodone, ain't touching the surface (Brr, surface)
High as, uh, (Brr) birdy (Birdy)
Tryna cut me off is like tryna stop poppin' thirties (Thirty)
Tryna cut me off is like me tryna stop sippin' dirty (Dirty)

[Verse 2: iayze]
She send the invoice, now the bitch acting lil' bit flirty (Flirty)
Nigga be fake, but we all know that for certain (Certain)
I just poured a four of Tris in the lemonade, this shit perfect
I don't love you, bitch, I really just think you worth it (Worth it)
Tryna cut me off is like tryna stop poppin' Perkies (Perkies)
Police on me, so a young nigga got nervous (I got nervous)
She don't want Gucci or Louis, she just want a Birkin
You not my twin, not locked in, we not working (Not working)
In the M6 with a brand new ho
Just got more Tris, that's a brand new fo'
The whole damn Slay in the fo'
I keep a Glock and a coat incase a nigga think 'bout killing my brother, uh
I ran it up like no other, uh, I'm a rich ass motherfucker
Think I'ma spend some racks 'cause God just blessed me (Blessed me)
I don't wanna cuff that bit', but she so sexy
I'm finna throw back a Perc', yeah, R.I.P. Sketchy (Sketchy, Sketchy)
I don't wanna chill with this bit' 'cause she too messy (Messy, messy)
Heard you keep doing that flexing, now the whole Slay catch you (Catch you, catch you)
In the new M6, bitch, I think that I'm finna wreck it (Wreck it, wreck it)