purge.wav - like damn! lyrics
[hook : purge!]
i got twin glocks on my hip
shawty wanna suck me then you gave that b+tch a kiss, huh? huh?
don’t run don’t trip
ran up on the opp and then i bought another fit, that’s drip like
new whip license
drift ’round the block i be whipping this new benz, ayy ayy
i’ll make a new hit
yo shawty sucked my d+ck and then she swallowed all my kids like what?
my hollow tips hit
turn into a hashtag i could never miss, ayy yeah
i’m living in bliss
cash i be flooded with the money on my wrist, yeah d+mn
we go popping at yo crib
pull up with a glock, 9, money on my wrist ap
that hit you p+ssed
i’ma let this glock go boom, i hit that thing inside his head like d+mn!
i be making bands
this cash in my wallet
got a glock in my hand
i’m in a trance
new switch on the chrome
with a brand new beam
extended mag i’m like d+mn!
yeah run up on a opp
p+ssy boy sh+t
he got p+ssy boy talk
so bland
he be toting fake guns on ig live
put a bullet on his brain like d+mn!
my bank be flooded
talk that sh+t lil boy you running down
new fit designer
balenciaga, slippers prada, grand
i’ll make new checks
yo pockets wrecked
i’ll run all that
yo fans, don’t care ’bout that
they hop on purging
hitting l!cks like d+mn!
[verse : th3 kxd]
like d+mn all p+ssys do not wanna start war, nah
mission abort
never come close to the f+cking way we were taught
no fs givin know that we was breaking the law
and never stopped till they notice that i became the boss
like d+mn don’t matter cause i ain’t ever looked back
now i got these f+cking people tryna get on my tracks
i seen from the past
they didn’t really f+ck with me so i can’t feel bad
now ima leave em in the dust while i’m getting my bag
lil b+tch i could never f+ck whit you
yall are fake to the face is the issue
get yo wig pushed back by the led of my pistol
i doubt anybody would miss you
never rotted know that we really got it can clearly spot it
never wanted fame i just really wanna fill my wallet
yall lame all on the same page copy an paste
if you ain’t really bout it, get the f+ck out my face b+tch
original and i don’t wanna hear the same sh+t
kxd and purge on the way to replace em
yall lame we got lyrical abrasive
i do this for the money, not the fame that you chasing
face it i’m sick of all the cap replacing ya faces
embrace it
we paint the picture then they on the window tracing
leave em in the dust while we living in oasis
[re hook : purge!]
i got twin glocks on my hip
shawty wanna suck me then you gave that b+tch a kiss, huh? huh?
don’t run don’t trip
ran up on the opp and then i bought another fit, that’s drip like
new whip license
drift ’round the block i be whipping this new benz, ayy ayy
i’ll make a new hit
yo shawty sucked my d+ck and then she swallowed all my kids like what?
my hollow tips hit
turn into a hashtag i could never miss, ayy yeah
i’m living in bliss
cash i be flooded with the money on my wrist, yeah d+mn
we go popping at yo crib
pull up with a glock, 9, money on my wrist ap
that hit you p+ssed
i’ma let this glock go boom, i hit that thing inside his head like d+mn!
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