On Purpose T.I. (Ft. Shad da God & Trouble)

[Chorus: T.I.]
I say I'm ridin, I'm swervin
Barely missing the curb
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit
On purpose, on purpose
We hit the club and we hurtin them folks
On purpose, on purpose
You can save the hate it ain't workin
Say I'm ridin, I'm swervin
Barely missing the curve
I got this bad bitch and she twerkin
Hit the parking lot and we murk this shit
On purpose, on purpose
Don't try me dawg we'll fuck you up
On purpose, on purpose
Automatic K and its squirtin' (Bow!)

[Verse 1: T.I.]
I'm double cup in my lean, swisher sweet in my fruity
Got 20 plus in my jeans, make them stipper bitch get to it
Got 6s in my burban, im riding high and im swervin bruh
My cousin Shad in my back seat with a black freak and he twerkin her
Hard in the paint like Josh Smith, do not slip, I bang mine
I'm zone one bankhead shawty, I'm west side no gang sign
Pimp squad, grand hustle man, steady duckin' them sucka man
This trouble man ridin' with trouble man, them mutherfuckas in trouble man
I'm rubberband in my banks like it got thigh pads in my Levis
Naw shawty no Levis, these Strivers Row, we ballin ho
Quarter mil in the bag brought it all to blow
On 24, we surfin
Rep Atlanta shit no accident we immaculate on purpose