The Color Purple Freddie Gibbs

[Intro]
Tokin’ on some good green, pouring up the purple
Tokin’ on some good green, pouring up the purple
Tokin’ on some good green, pouring up the purple
Tokin’ on some good green, pouring up the purple
And you know it… yeah
And you know it… yeah
And you know it… yeah
And you know it… yeah

[Verse 1]
Man I know that you smoking
I know that you rolling
On that dirty sprite with ice, you know that good purple potion
I wrote this shit for my homies who checked out before me
I blow this doja, smoke away, ‘cause every day we be on it
And you know it – crack a seal, pop a pill
Now we rolling – drop my top, grip the wheel
I’m slow motion – stack a hundred dollar bills
I can’t fold it, nah – I can’t fold it, yea
And yo, I hope you know that I’m thuggin’
Hope you know that I’m rollin’ dope
Styrofoams stay muddy, pourin’ up ‘til I overdose
Only smokin’ on Woods
We don’t fuck with them Swisher Sweets
Only mess with them body bitches
Them bougie bitches don’t interest me
Hope she know she gon’ get it
Hope she know she gon’ give it up
Say she stay with a nigga
Hope she know I don’t give a fuck
Know I stay with that pack
Sixteen of that thrax
Throw it up as we blow it up
And blow big dope in that ‘Lac