Purge On Em

[Intro] Eh, eh, woah Brrt Nigga know what goin' on, NLE, Top Shotta Bomb like Al-Qaeda, brrt, Don Dada Eh, eh, woah, woah Ayy, ayy, ayy (Spazzin' out, Pluto) [Verse 1] Ayy, bitch, I thug with the gang, it's the same when I'm out If that boy not the same, then we bangin' it out If you come in my house, there's a Glock every couch Told the bitch he can't hang, so we lettin' him out We do drills out this car, we be uppin' the count Put that cash on his head, it look like advance money, so my niggas, they want that amount Off of these meds, I move like damn junkie, all this pain that I got, I dissolve it We do the offin' and y'all do the talkin' Take a look at this scope, up one, we chalk it Threw me a body, damn right we caught it We ain't gon' stop 'til the gang in a coffin New Drac', just bought it, all black with some Jordans Your soul, we want it, that's what we robbin' for [Chorus] Find a location, we pull up and face 'em, the jewelry, I take it, we need all of that Skrrt to the block and I post with a fifty, they know how I'm comin', they know where I'm at All black attire, I cover my tats and if I see a opp, I'ma slam like Shaq Last nigga play with the gang, swear to god we left that boy limb detached Bad bitch hit my phone, say I'm doin' her wrong, but I keep doing her wrong Mama tell me not to leave the house without my chrome, I live in a warzone The opp pack that I'm smokin' on too strong, it got my wig gone Opps chillin' in the house, they quarantinin', slide on 'em and purge on 'em [Verse 2] Ayy, only sit with bosses at the tables, I don't talk to the haters Show a nigga what's a lion from a gator, I'ma leave him dry when I bait him Bullets gon' hit, we ain't never gonna graze him Fuck with your folks, but your mama can't save 'em Thug to the bone, been this way since the cradle I'ma tote it to the grave and it's somethin' that I stand on Fuck a opp bitch, screamin' Crip with my flag on I'ma get your mans killed, have your nigga making sad songs I send a hit of the flip, I might throw away the iPhone I'ma up off the rip, if he look, then his eye gone Let that bitch keep on talkin', he type on Catch that bitch out in traffic, that pipe on him Yeah, we clutch automatics, we might harm Better approach with caution, I got a warrant Slid on the opps we hit two in a row And I'm lettin' off shots when he open the door Niggas be duckin' and hidin' and sendin' subliminals, really we all know the score Draco bullets ripped him up and clipped him up, slipped him up like he walkin' on soap Niggas know I keep it tucked, might stick 'em up, I can't get it caught without on me [Chorus] Find a location, we pull up and face 'em, the jewelry, I take it, we need all of that Skrrt to the block and I post with a fifty, they know how I'm comin', they know where I'm at All black attire, I cover my tats and if I see a opp, I'ma slam like Shaq Last nigga play with the gang, swear to god we left that boy limb detached Bad bitch hit my phone, say I'm doin' her wrong, but I keep doing her wrong Mama tell me not to leave the house without my chrome, I live in a warzone The opp pack that I'm smokin' on too strong, it got my wig gone Opps chillin' in the house, they quarantinin', slide on 'em and purge on 'em [Outro] Brrt Slide on 'em and purge on 'em NLE the top shotta, got the bomb like Al-Qaeda Got the bomb like Al-Qaeda, know we runnin' with robbers Got the bomb like Al-Qaeda (Only sit with bosses at the tables, I don't talk to the haters)