G Perico, DJ Drama ● Everything

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Shout out to RJ
On your mark
DJ Drama

[Verse 1: G Perico]
I want everything I got comin'
If it's love, if it's beef, if it's money
Real success, like a chef, choppin' onions
These niggas always cryin' 'bout...⇣ More

[Intro: DJ Drama]
Shout out to RJ
On your mark
DJ Drama

[Verse 1: G Perico]
I want everything I got comin'
If it's love, if it's beef, if it's money
Real success, like a chef, choppin' onions
These niggas always cryin' 'bout somethin'
I'm international, ratchet, irrational
Finally said, "Fuck it," that's just somethin' that I had to do
Turnin' up the clique, that's just somethin' that I had to prove
Back against the wall, it was nothin' that I had to lose
Niggas from the pen callin' in, "G, do your shit"
In my European super high off of [?]
Millionaire, so I got me a trigger man
All these rappers gettin' killed, I can't let 'em kill the bag
I ain't have a dad, so I looked up to that nigga bad
At thirteen I was covered up in blue rags
In '23 all I'm goin' for is blue bags
The opportunity is slim, so I gotta move fast

[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
Man, don't talk to me about no misdemeanor (Yo, what we talkin' 'bout?)
Every whip I pull out John Cena (Big body)
How you got him showin' up with no Subpoena? (On the mud)
How you got a drinkin' baby? She a breather

[Chorus: RJmrLA]

Ready, set (Go)
Ready, set
Ready, set (I'm lookin' like, go)
Lookin' like it, feelin' like it, smellin' like it
Lookin' like goals with this doll ho

[Verse 2: G Perico]
The trenches got niggas wearin' dentures
AR15's knockin' niggas out existence
Yeah, that ain't nowhere in my vision
I'm on defense and offense, G keep killin'
The more that I make the crazier I feel
I thank god every day, I can't believe this shit is real
Gotta get a bigger bag, 'cause my niggas need appeals
I got 700K from my negotiating skills
Yeah, uh, and that's for one album
I fuck 'em up any way that I come at 'em
Yeah, that goes to show I ain't no dumb rapper
All these niggas got opinions, but it don't matter
I pulled up to the hood, then I flew straight up out the country
I'm lookin' good, smellin' good, we know who gettin' money
It's the clique-clique-clique-clique-clique-clique-clique
To keep it gangsta, I deserve all this shit

[Pre-Chorus: RJmrLA]
Man, don't talk to me about no misdemeanor (Yo, what we talkin' 'bout?)
Every whip I pull out John Cena (Big body)
How you got him showin' up with no Subpoena? (On the mud)
How you got a drinkin' baby? She a breather

[Chorus: RJmrLA]

Ready, set (Go)
Ready, set
Ready, set (I'm lookin' like, go)
Lookin' like it, feelin' like it, smellin' like it
Lookin' like goals with this doll ho

[Outro: DJ Drama]
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