Purpose

Yea we do this for a purpose
Bro grab the mask we get to purgin'
Bitch we spin blocks we steady lurkin'

These niggas aint out they steady hide
Everything had changed when rodney died
I make one call big bro gone slide
Hop out the car and open fire

This shit aint a game
You never hit shit in close range
We send that blitz and bust your brain
When i tolt sticks i got good aim

That big ole' glock it gotta switch
And it got fifty under that bitch
Bitch you cant duck bitch you cant run
Bitch you cant hide from all these sticks

And we smoking your potna bitch
Roll em up in this gar
Doolie up in the yo
Clutching on a big AR
Send your ass to the stars

Free bronem out the bars
Tryna get me foreign house
Tryna get me a foreign car
Tryna move up out the state

All these niggas hate
All these niggas fake
All these niggas snakes

Donnie swing his fucking dreads and he go catch a play
Bitch ima hit a fucking lick if i go broke today



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Writer(s): Jatwanie Lee
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