Midnight Purple

Midnight purple
I can't stay past curfew
Ballin up at Berta
Shows me whats your virtue
Lil bitch I'm a surfer
Ride my wave we'll swerve through
We got beef like burger
Tell em ima pull through
Coming through
Bitch I'm coming through

Roll up the heat we dialing
Pack up the trees we piling
Up
Everybody crammed up in the Trap Truck
Tryna roll up, tryna roll blunts, but the cops showed up
Like what!
That could mess me up
Never had a MIP and my breath stank up
I was running from heat like Ann Frank, uh
Got me like an athlete young Ben Franklin
Steady smoking on the Sweets got my head racing
Only rolling OG cuz I sold that bunk
Got a whole bag for the hoes and such
They can smoke a whole pack of the Goyard bud
I can roll up a sac for the road and lunch
Better bring on the whole pack overflow with blunts
Feel like
Evil Knievel, I be pulling off these stunts
I'm like
Eatin' Velveeta with a cloud in my lungs
You a
Thickle-Mcgrittle on my little sossy bun
You a lil sossy hun
You a lil sossy UH



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Writer(s): Andre Eagles
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