PAROLES
[Intro]
(Yo’ Cochise, a weh dem a seh?)
My nigga he back on the Perc
I’ma call it Kurt Angle
Uh, uh, yeah (Uh)
Uh, uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
My nigga he back on the Perc (Perc)
I’ma call it Kurt Angle (Yeah)
I’ma pray that he stable (Yeah)
I’ma pray for some angels (Yeah)
Spreading racks on the table
That nigga lied, that’s a fable
These niggas ain’t able, uh
[?]
[Verse]
I feel like Beyoncé, where is my halo? Uh
She eat it up like it’s queso, uh
Play with the meat like it’s Play-Doh, uh
All of my niggas they fatal
Talkin’ shit then hе ended up fatal
All my niggas we pull out thе K though
All my niggas we throwin’ up halos
I ain’t takin’ pictures, but a nigga got the Canon (Okay)
Pull it out, then I’ma brand em’
Call up my bro’ from Atlanta
He gon’ pull up and make him a phantom
I’m off a molly, a nigga be jammin’ (Okay)
Rockin’ my wave like my name [?]
The bullets will eat him up, like he was salmon
(The bullets will eat him up, like he was salmon) Uh, uh, uh
[Chorus]
My nigga he back on the Perc
I’ma call it Kurt Angle
I’ma pray that he stable
I’ma pray for some angels
Spreading racks on the table
That nigga lied, that’s a fable
These niggas ain’t able
