Péri - The Game Lyrics

I love hanging with older people
They talk to me with hope
Sensei behind the scopes
When I got this Game on choke
I love this shit more than my folks still push the pen alone n' broke
I'm the type that like to boast could make you hate if you a foe
If I can't choose I'm picking both
Zs to the face Reload a Goat
I'm the type that like to smoke Love-Hate relation with the dro'
I'm litty on and off the show
I'm active on and off the phone
Accy!
Them niggas rich but they steady pour
Whole lot of things you didn't know
GD's and Drillaz through the door
They say cooking for the hoes but them boys loyal to a stove
9milli every store
This a Pistol undercoat
Beretta Tote
Free smoke bitch barrel blowing O's
Eat this pole deep-throat dick then I send her home
Sentient being niggas got no meaning
Taking out my clones
I don't wear shit for pose could step on you with yellow clothes
Volcano engine
I sweep turn the street to Yellowstone
Just wore out this Yellow-bone and switched the ending pull out strong
When I hit I pull em thongs then shoot that nut up on her dome
Mix-match two tones swagger from my provolone
Put that cheese up in his hand my nigga transform to a drone.
Put that cheese up in you hand now you forgot who put you on
It's wrong
Big stick look like a branch I'm going monkey with the chrome
Like Kong
Yea Yea
I said Bitch get out y'a feelings ain't no f*cking love in this drug dealin'
How you want my children only thing we did was pussy drillin'
I don't know no limits but I push the cello not the ceiling
Steady on the celly flipping methods might just make a living
I'll bomb this bitch and ask who did it ? Yea that's 9/11
Disappear Houdini and then ask these niggas who gon tell em'?
Run shit back like Tenet up this block
All them windows tinted
Coming like dentist in her mouth
Man I f*ck with Jenni
Hang round me like pendant
Need some sugar she can come pin it
Let that hoe know I'm independent
I penetrate and exit
Got bulk off my own weight
I call it callisthenics
Mask up on my whole face
But we pretty far from Venice
Man get out my whole way
This not a threat this a menace
He pulled up in a gold wraith
So I pull that Deagle from his denim
It don't make sense
But them niggas they gon' dead em
USA ! Shoot shit up do your time
No stressin
White collar crime niggas lying
No confessions
White parmesan very fine not from Italy
I'm still alive
Middle finger crossed to my old exes
The bitch ask me a question but she really want both answers
Tell the FBI come fetch me they can catch me Bo Flexin'
Cooler than a bitch up in this bitch but my brain anxious
Cause I question everything that come meet my eye axis
Do your dance
Don't trust y'a smile to your face and still crash it
No proof
But Im still wininnin
No pool
You could still go swimming
Big P£Ri on some big business
You know it
F*ck with me!