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150 wiz - ready to purge lyrics

[chorus]
we do the sh+t that they say in they verse
ski mask up, ready to purge
where he at? dead in the dirt
run up, i flock it, leave red on his shirt
bi+b+tch i’m 150, i’m alert
d and d tell me who went out the worst
quick draw, up it and flock at him first
tell them move tac’, keep the knock in her purse

[verse one]
like come through, don’t panic
you should know that my opps never spin
i’ve got a chop, and that chop got a twin
like wait, brodie put 30 in it
so many shots n+ggas dirtied the grip
if he a opp he get turned to a spliff
she told me pass me the chop for a vid
like nah b+tch, better get st+rdy and sh+t

[verse two]
pa+pass her the bottle, let her drink up
we make a mess, paramedic gon’ clean up
i’m wit’ 150 slimes, no leader
everyday i leave the house wit’ my heater
and i’m clutchin’, i feel like i need her
[?] to pull up and eat her
she get nasty, come do the team up
bro in the backseat, clutchin’ a nina
[verse three]
i kno’ a opp [?]
spin through [?] wit’ a speaker
once they get close it go, glah, glah
bro got a beam and it’s green for the gz
see the opps in that v, put the beam on his beamer
he was talkin’ on yellow, okay but they’re down on the score and they can’t get the lead up

[verse four]
big slime, never the little
we make a mess every time n+ggas spin through
me and dev hop out, two pistols
beam on the grip so i kno’ imma hit you
new wreck, i get up wit’ you
i’m a keep wipin’ your nose, no tissue
up first, put a hole in his dental
that b+tch a thot, she a hoe, she the bop

[verse five]
wait new opp, right in a marley
b+tch i’m a soldier, i ride wit’ an army
ap my slime, he gon’ slide in a heartbeat
shot up the function, we talkin’ the party
we scream, don’t run don’t run
we gon’ hop out and probably poke him like he shhh
got me a pole and the opps can’t guard me
i’m a flock it, never [?]
[chorus]
we do the sh+t that they say in they verse
ski mask up, ready to purge
where he at? dead in the dirt
run up while flockin’, leave red on his shirt
bi+b+tch i’m 150, i’m alert
d and d tell me who went out the worst
quick draw, up it and flock at him first
tell them move tac’, keep the knock in her purse

[outro]
like come through, don’t panic
you should know that my opps never spin
i’ve got a chop, and that chop got a twin
like wait, brodie put 30 in it
so many shots n+ggas dirtied the grip
if he a opp he get turned to a spliff
she told me pass me the chop for a vid
like nah b+tch, better get st+rdy and sh+t

- 150 wiz lyrics

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