Purge List
I just made a purge list, fuck yo peace disturb it, off the leash they worried
Got the word from lil birdy...
Hunnet coming, he just dropped, back to back nun stop
He said y'all didn't get the picture, x'd him out cause he was cropped...
Said he got some on his chest, gotta give it all he got...
Mane I think that nigga blessed, he aint nothing like his pops...
I been bumpin him fa years, he been stomping on his peers...
They don't wanna see him here, so they been blockin him in fear...
Cause if lil dude blow up that's the end of they career...
And if lil dude show up then you know the klan near... (hold up)
Hands off the wheel she gimme head & steer, think this bitch a pioneer...
I done cut a hunnet onions ian never shed a tear...
Been doing this shit fa some time, ian in my right state of mind...
Just been waiting on the signs, to show me I'm on the right grind...
Smile & laugh like I'm fine, deep down inside I'm crying...
Hit the gas a few times & a couple tears fall down my eyes...
I blame the weed, but sometimes, it be the pain inside...
Say you won't leave then leave, damn, that bring the pain inside...
Get on my knees & plead you release the pain inside...
But fuck all that grieving cause it's a reason, god put this pain inside me...
Walk in the booth, let the beat drop, ride that bitch I'm gliding...
I sold dope, never re rock, don't mean it wan right by me...
44 & a glock words from my pops he run in this bitch he dying...
Had ta grow up be a man stop crying, you'll never comprehend stop trying...
What these niggas sellin ian buying, jmane said it best they lies in disguise...
Gotta lil shawty like plies she fuck & she love me but shawty ain't mine...
Aye aye...
Im gonna smash on that bitch...
Matter fact pass on that kit...
Send that lil hoe down the klique...
She ain't worth nunna these dick...
She like you boujie and shit...
You ain't even made a hit...
Changed my mind you can eat these kids...
I'm on my grind while my mill gettin fixed...
Practice makes perfect, proper preparation plenty dedication, cant nobody say ian built fa this shit...
Say you gone hurt me then send that hit, 30 gang lurkin in bushes & shit...
2 30s tucked give his ass a whole minute
Dumb that shit down give his ass a whole 60...
Got the word from lil birdy...
Hunnet coming, he just dropped, back to back nun stop
He said y'all didn't get the picture, x'd him out cause he was cropped...
Said he got some on his chest, gotta give it all he got...
Mane I think that nigga blessed, he aint nothing like his pops...
I been bumpin him fa years, he been stomping on his peers...
They don't wanna see him here, so they been blockin him in fear...
Cause if lil dude blow up that's the end of they career...
And if lil dude show up then you know the klan near... (hold up)
Hands off the wheel she gimme head & steer, think this bitch a pioneer...
I done cut a hunnet onions ian never shed a tear...
Been doing this shit fa some time, ian in my right state of mind...
Just been waiting on the signs, to show me I'm on the right grind...
Smile & laugh like I'm fine, deep down inside I'm crying...
Hit the gas a few times & a couple tears fall down my eyes...
I blame the weed, but sometimes, it be the pain inside...
Say you won't leave then leave, damn, that bring the pain inside...
Get on my knees & plead you release the pain inside...
But fuck all that grieving cause it's a reason, god put this pain inside me...
Walk in the booth, let the beat drop, ride that bitch I'm gliding...
I sold dope, never re rock, don't mean it wan right by me...
44 & a glock words from my pops he run in this bitch he dying...
Had ta grow up be a man stop crying, you'll never comprehend stop trying...
What these niggas sellin ian buying, jmane said it best they lies in disguise...
Gotta lil shawty like plies she fuck & she love me but shawty ain't mine...
Aye aye...
Im gonna smash on that bitch...
Matter fact pass on that kit...
Send that lil hoe down the klique...
She ain't worth nunna these dick...
She like you boujie and shit...
You ain't even made a hit...
Changed my mind you can eat these kids...
I'm on my grind while my mill gettin fixed...
Practice makes perfect, proper preparation plenty dedication, cant nobody say ian built fa this shit...
Say you gone hurt me then send that hit, 30 gang lurkin in bushes & shit...
2 30s tucked give his ass a whole minute
Dumb that shit down give his ass a whole 60...
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