THe Purge

[Intro: Joy] My daddy said, "Yeah, nigga" [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Motherfucker, this is war [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga [Verse 1: ScHoolboy Q] As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah) Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome Now, nah, I ain't on no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm Cripping Niggas rap about what I'm living All this false claiming, I'm marring Doing drive-bys I ain't steering White funerals, I ain't tearin' Fuck your bitch in front of your children Steal your whip side of my building, yeah Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK) [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Motherfucker, this is war [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga [Verse 2: ScHoolboy Q] House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deebo'd Always asking for the burner, like, young niggas still freeload Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal I'll rearrange your dental, Crippy my house shoes Blue-rag disciples, murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once Won't get the strike twice, you niggas half-price Which means you half-off, I'm going Adolf I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh Knock-knock through the condos ScHoolboy from the five-deuce But Hoover respect to you unranked Don't fuck around, get that chin banged Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile Blue Belts, still my pants down Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies My Glock, yeah, fuck buddy, make money, take money Earn crack money, drug money, bail money Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga [Bridge: ScHoolboy Q] Bust my gun all by myself Rock cocaine all by myself Poured propane all on myself Go so hard might harm myself [Refrain: Schoolboy Q] Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga [Verse 3: Kurupt] Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti Still rolling in a 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti Come up in this mothafucka looking for a bitch She probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips The integral, South Central sentinel Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch (ha ha ha ha) Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped Extra overdose of the oki-doke Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out Now cock back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow) Walk inside, pistols popping, top is popping off Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 balls Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussies like octopuses Nigga, show me where the money at, show me where the kush is Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you Me, Tyler, and ScHoolboy Q, we told 'em [Chorus: Tyler, The Creator] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war [Refrain: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga Ugh, yeah, nigga