The Purge

[Intro]

Man fuck them niggas mane (Shawty fresh what it do nigga)

My lane created (Know I do this shit)

I don't give a fuck bout nothing

[?]

[Verse 1: VL Deck & Young Thug]

Call up a 2 and they come with a blick

Full of them tings, got me scratchin' and shit

Way I perform, need my trophy, I'm lit (Where my trophy?)

KOD Friday, we throwed up a brick (I swear)

We got the racks and keep up what we spent (I can't)

Checking for [?], I'm havin' these hits (Havin' hits)

Walk in the club and I pipe up that bitch (Pipe, pipe)

Stand on the table on section 8 shit

Implants, no dentures

I'll make a def nigga listen

RIP Benajmin Franklin

Had to tuck in the chain, it was danglin'

RIP Troupe, I was never a saint

That my bitch and bout her I'ma bang

I had built up this bitch from the ground

I had turned into [?] then I claimed it, yeah

[Chorus: VL Deck]

Ain't nothing like the come up

Gotta stay down till you come up (Till you come up)

I'm feeding my hunger (Hunger nigga)

Down now, I'm upper (Aye)

[Verse 2: Young Thug & VL Deck]

I had just poured up some drank

And I mixed it with Percocets and a Addy

Money calling on my phone

3 or 4 o'clock in the morning she gon' answer

I got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo

I was just drinkin' on [?], ooh

New whip cost a gaffer (gaffer)

Pretty bitch, she a stallion (Stallion)

New bitch, Italian (Italian)

I'm the king of the palace (Palace, this my shit nigga!)

I'm [?] (I'm [?] bitch)

Big racks, I'm fashion (Let's go)

Big sticks for the crashin' (Brrr)

Hustle gang with a passion (Passion)

Quarter brick for a backend (Backend)

Rap game I'm attacking (Raaa)

Are we boastin'? Yeah I'm flashin' (I'm piped up, let's get it nigga)

[Chorus: VL Deck]

Ain't nothing like the come up

Gotta stay down till you come up (Till you come up)

I'm feeding my hunger (Hunger nigga)

Down now, I'm upper (Hey)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & VL Deck]

Kill a crocodile, put it on a purse like a leopard, ooh

White cup, peanut butter seats like a sandwich, yeah

Take the beef, turn the shit to pieces like manwich, yeah

I was born for this shit, nigga

Sex, and where you from? Hittin' licks, nigga

Yeah, I was on [?] hundred crips, nigga

Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (Pussy ass nigga)

Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (Pussy ass nigga)

Put on a feature, I don't fuck with your clique

I'm in the air like a cockpit (Cockpit)

I make a movie like Netflix (Netflix)

I got them [?], that gas shit (Gas)

You gon' get stepped on, next of your kin (You get it?)

I ain't selfish, both of y'all can share this Mac-10 (Brrrr)

Artillery, I tote, shoot through bricks (Boom-boom-boom-boom)

Chanel, Gucci, [?]

I don't own too many kicks (I ain't got too many kicks)

My skinnies cost a rack but my [?] still sit (Hahaha)

I put that 30 down, lately slidin' with the stick

Let's go

I had just poured up some drank

And I mixed it with Percocets and a Addy

Money calling on my phone

3 or 4 o'clock in the morning she gon' answer

I got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo

I was just drinkin' on [?], ooh

200 for her last shits

Send out of town for a ass lift

You behind like a [?]

70 bags in the mattress

Hellcat with the real end

[?], these goat skin

Got a Rollie, need a Patek

10k for my bracelet

Y'all [?] like the Patriots

Codeine sippin' but I waste it

Watching my wave, now they sea sick

I am the best like a draft pick

I'm on they ass like pants, shit

[Outro: Young Thug]

[?] what up?

Yeah!