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Percs by Juice WRLD


[Intro]
Uh, you get murked
Puttin’ in work
Goin’ berserk
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
Off them percs, I’m 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, pull up, put a hole 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 1]
Breathin’ off them percs, A$AP Ferg, I put in work
Put you in a hearse, f**k around, put you on a shirt
Put you in the dirt, choppa on me, make it squirt
R. Kelly with the 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 sh*t, yeah, I don’t take it back, uh
Say what I want, b**ch, yeah, I won’t take it back
Break my heart, b**ch, yeah, I won’t take you back
New gun, can’t wait to use it
Ball on these hoes like damn, feel like Tyler Ulis
You know who me, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh
You know me, but I don’t really know who the f**k you is
[Chorus]
Off them percs, I’m 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, pull up, put a hole 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 2]
Off them percs, I’m like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah
You don’t really want no drama, choppa on me, solvin’ problems
Off them percs, I’m 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, I’m 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, pull up, put a hole 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



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