Purge On Em Dj Booker & NLE Choppa
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[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
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
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