St. Percy Lyrics - Brockhampton

I'm the same one you seen in the classroom, ayy 

We was chillin' in the stall makin' crowds move, ayy 

Young K still posted in the A like a Brave 

No chain, ya boys got what make my neck fuckin' bang 

Hangin' on your speaker, bangin' on your speaker, baby (Ayy) 

Need to find a reason to make you believe me, baby (Ayy, ayy) 

Young Nolan, PlayStation, controllin' (Ayy, ayy) 

Send 'em just to get out my head, and when it is over (Ayy) 

Roll over your soldier, no coaster 

I toy 'em back whenever the storm is over 

Send it back up them boys, wanna feel the clover 

No closure, never reply to full orders 

My nigga so sculpture, such a short quota (Ayy, ayy) 

Police pull up on me, boy, I kept that cold shoulder (Ayy, ayy) 

Cup runneth over for a hunnid orders (Ayy, ayy) 

All I got is pennies, still want me to fuckin' flow, bruh (Ayy) 

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There is no love in the ghetto 

Money, money, we are just gettin' get go 

There is no love in the ghetto 

Money, money, we are just gettin' get go 

Ooh-oh-ooh, oh, oh 

How you do that boy? Devil I'm bamboozled, yeah 

Legs go up behind the head, like leopard and push it, huh 

Give us space, we gon' drop, call it Grand Canyon, huh 

She bust back, blow a fuse out the damn canyon 

Cirque du Soleil, okay (Yeah), roly (Woah) 

Poly, slide that (Uh), pole, yeah, (Hm) low blow (Ooh) 

Now sing like a dodo (No), eyes get frost, they snow globe (Ayy) 

Stuck inside the corridor (Ayy), make me go so loco (Ayy) 

Major League, I'm Sheen (Uh), call me wild thing (Uh) 

She got strings all up the necklace like a violin (Ah) 

Upgrade that chada-ching, when that venom sting (Hey) 

I sound better than a motherfuckin' champion, man 

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Run up a check, run up a check (Ayy, ahh) 

Until I miss, until I miss (Ayy, ahh) 

And they keep on hittin', my niggas ain't quittin', they wait 'til it drip (Wait 'til it drip, ayy, ahh) 

Don't get on my list (Ayy, ahh) 

I'm front of your bitch (Ayy, ahh) 

You sayin' you bad but I watch how you work, then I can't be convinced (Ayy, ahh) 

Smokin', I might got habit, you know we comin', get tragic 

Money has never made a nigga, we holdin' all our money in the mattress 

Fire right back like a savage, chase away all of your pallet 

No I ain't for buryin' the hatchet, take a quicker pick up like the bandits 

And it's madness 

Uh, you got big boy money like you ready for war 

You be talkin' like you really gon' run that dough 

You be runnin' like the snot drainin' in from your nose 

That's that ice cream, sugar, that cocaine throat 

And this shit gon' bounce like my shin off your dome 

And you know these boys deep, we ain't fittin' in it though 

And my dogs they bark, Michael Vick on Fourth 

But this shit long gone, why you hit my phone? (Whoa!) 

See how full it is, homie 

See how real it is 

Hell no 

Murder man, murder man 

Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly 

Murder man, murder man 

Someone better- 

Murder man, murder man 

Someone better- 

Murder man, man 

Someone hold me b-, b-, shit gets ug- 

Murder man, murder man 

Someone better hold me before this shit gets ugly