Won't tell God

Huh yeah huh
Huh

Huh I'm in the L
Purpl with me huh
We doing this
Since we 16
Went around
Bought me a thing
Went around
Still carry the thing
If I got a scope
I got a scar
Finger
On trigger
I let it rock
I let it rock
I let it rock
Then I let it pop
My foot on his head
He won't tell god
I let it pop
Then I let it rock
My foot on his head
He won't tell god

To many mountains to climb
Cloned shit sounds the same
We don't do this for the fame
Huh huh

I know Kurm got my back
Ripped your beat like Jack
Unknown shit on the track
Huh huh

They want to be me
16, 17/3
Bitches want my d
Bitches praise the lord
Cause they're on floor
And now they're want more

We're two genius
No we ain't from Venus
We got some business
No we ain't from Venus

That's made in Heaven
I got to many demons
I can beat eleven
Like Mickey or Tyson
This is like flying
I know you're dying
And you keep trying
Stop you're dying



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Writer(s): Ever Purpl
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