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Juice Wrld - Percs Operas Lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, you get murked
Puttin’ in work
Goin’ berserk
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh

[Chorus]
Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah
You know you don’t want no drama, choppa singin’ like the opera
Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
All my niggas ’bout the drama, kill anybody for the commas
She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Everybody with the drama, put a bullet hole up in your father
You know I’ma go berserk, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
When I’m walkin’ off them percs, when I’m walkin’ off them percs

[Verse]
Breathin’ off them percs, A$AP Ferg, I put in work
Put you in a hearse, fuck around, put you on a shirt
Put you in thе dirt, choppa on me, make it squirt
R. Kelly with thе gun, I load it up, it flirts
Uh, I got a big bag, uh, I don’t look at tags, uh
I’m finna cop shit, yeah, I don’t take it back, uh
Say what I want, bitch, yeah, I won’t take it back, uh
Break my heart, bitch, yeah, I won’t take you back
New gun, I can’t wait to use it
Ball on these hoes like damn, feel like Tyler Ulis
Do you know who me, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
You know me, but I don’t really know who the fuck you is
[Chorus]
Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah
You know you don’t want no drama, choppa singin’ like the opera
Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
All my niggas ’bout the drama, kill anybody for the commas
She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Everybody with the drama, put a bullet hole up in your father
You know I’ma go berserk, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
When I’m walkin’ off them percs, when I’m walkin’ off them percs

[Bridge]
Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah
You don’t really want no drama, choppa on me, solvin’ problems
Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah
It be singin’ like the opera, niggas lyin’ like Mufasa
Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
You don’t want no problems, nigga, I came from the bottom
She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh

[Chorus]
Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah
You know you don’t want no drama, choppa singin’ like the opera
Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
All my niggas ’bout the drama, kill anybody for the commas
She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Everybody with the drama, put a bullet hole up in your father
You know I’ma go berserk, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
When I’m walkin’ off them percs, when I’m walkin’ off them percs