Percscription - TRIS FREESTYLE Lyrics

Bang it out
Yeah
Uh
Woah woah
I don't want to talk or text
Did she get the message
Bitch stop acting up
She gon feel my presence
Watch me kick down the door
Its time for inspection
I'm a candidate no presidential election

Time is money got a new watch
All these faces in my face
Get the fuck out!
Now you got me buggin out
Just like Raid I'm up in this place
Boy might pour the red or pour the green
It's like Christmas Eve
And she wanna fuck on me
Tunnel vision I aint playing man
Had to get my bands up!
In the coupe Isabel Marant
This shit drip bonanza
Im in the booth my niggas go up
We going bananas
Fit all white look origami
Might flip off the camera
Im sipping D'usse duece and apple juice
So she know I got stamina
She wearing stilettos
I sent her a letter
Told her I wont let up
I just need my bread up
She said "I want more"
I just want some dough
I just want some dough
She wanna fuck around
She wanna fuck around
Want some dough (uh)
Told her go go
Walk into the party they spraying Ozium
SB nodding off I told him "It's not enough" (yeah)
Nigga save your money I need Audemar
I know you trying to spend a bag in all the malls
Man I know that they been talking what they talking 'bout
These niggas clones they at home
They some robots
Fuck this VLONE I'm in Chrome Hearts
I might paint a picture on her face feel like Mozart
I told her dont talk next or near to my soda
Told her throw it back she ended up throwing up
I poured me a deuce of the tris ended up slowing up
And I can't go nowhere without my doja
(Yeah uh ah)