Standstill (feat. Percules) - Lama Beatz

They call me Percules cause I keep percs on me wait I remember bein a lame didn't know what to do takin' xans to the face Used to waste my time dreamin' bout hoes Now I dream about money and bout my safe Used to be lackin' sometimes now I move tactile ain't catchin' no case Went from sneakers them DCs to messenger bags printed with GG Went from talkin' some shit now I'll leave a man leaky Girl askin' me do you love me keke I remember this ain't used to be me, look I might get your GG took Up in the studi like Gordon Ramsey I cook Shawty smell like candy aight look Look, I don't really care if I'm booked If I gotta shoot dont miss D.Book Oh shit, that was your girl I took ay ay Look, left your scary ass all shook Been in the game too long no rook Mixin up white shit like im a cook, Ay Ay Everybody know yo hoe clapped Did some magic up in the strip club, hoes clapped Got him outta breath like four laps Bitch I'm too real you know that Sent too many shots like four straps Wearin all black, Kodak Got yo girl askin' where the coke at Went from sneakers them DCs to messenger bags printed with GG Went from talkin' some shit now I'll leave a man leaky Girl askin' me do you love me keke I remember this ain't used to be me, look I might get your GG took Up in the studi like Gordon Ramsey I cook Shawty smell like candy aight look Look, got too many bars won't run out Walk up in his house made a bitch boy run out Walkin' through the street like got my gun out, ay ay Look, got too many pills won't run out You know we sip and we pop till the sun out Got yo girl pressed like she tryna get her son out, ay ay They call me Percules cause I keep percs on me wait I remember bein a lame go to school be cool just sit and wait Now I'm grown up in fashion no actin' I got good taste Used to be off 10 drugs no cappin' changed that, never too late Drip in Trapstar I don't rock Amiri Phones tapped I don't trust Siri Ain't too many I would work with But Perc got it, so we gettin' busy Got the trap jumpin' when I'm in the city Pure rocks, all my feens skinny In a tracksuit, on longstreet, with an e-scooter and all the nittys Like Woah, whatchu know bout weight Whatchu know bout beef whatchu know bout hate, huh? Whatchu know bout bricks Whatchu know bout jakes Whatchu know, it aint safe (nah) My connect say he miss me I've been gone I've been missin' Tryna get this music hittin' But If this dont work then it's back to pitchin (uh) I don't ever wanna see a court room again If this dont go I'ma re-offend The feens need snow and I need a benz I'm tryna get payed not make amends Yo Doni my twizzy we shut it down No competition best product in town Fish scale comin, in by the pound I seen hell and we jus' tryna get out Look ain't no such thang as a half way crook Pockets so fat all my custis' hooked My bitch a baddie you seen how she look? Ay Ay Shook, yeah all of my ops be shook Tried to jump me, must've been the wrong foot Yeah, cause L's is all that they took, Ay Ay Ayo four to the muhfuckin eight Big Skip Yawready know Yo Perc whats good Let's get it Ay Ay