On Purpose

1,2 REEZY's coming for you
3,4 I'm at your door
5,6 I got them bricks
7,8 Grab that weight
9,10 Re-up and do that shit again
He was talking bad now they're missing him
On that bullshit
I do this

Niggas send shots this way but that ok
Shit I ain't worried
Just know I know you know I know
So bitch you should be nervous
Talk bad behind my back
It gets back to me in a hurry
No accidents, coincidence I do this shit on purpose
If you're scared then say you're scared
Then head to Sunday service
And I don't need a Bible to give you some fire verses
Keep watch at all the spots
I better not get alerted
No accidents, coincidence
I do this shit on purpose

Ahh haaaa
ReeZy
We do this shit on purpose nigga
LBG

Do it cause I want to
I do what I wanna do
If I say I did It i done it it ain't no gonna do
I'm really real in real life
It's not what them personas do
And if it's fuck you
It's fuck ya daddy and ya momma too
Playing games So I can say their name
So they can get a lot of views
Pussy ass niggas
Make me slap the hell up outta you
Tell the truth
Pillow talking with them hoes
Them bitches can tell too.
You the type to turn your back on the niggas
That help you
And I can't blame a snake for being a snake
Cause I know what them bitches do
I ain't never broke no I ain't never told
I ain't never fold or ever go against the code
Never have I been in niggas paperwork before
I can't say no more cuz some cases still ain't closed
We are not comparable
The shit some of you niggas be doing is unbearable
You way too old to be out here
moving like you're an amateur
Got no time for this scavenger
How the hell I let a panhandler
Get me outta my character

Niggas send shots this way but that ok
Shit I ain't worried
Just know I know you know I know
So bitch you should be nervous
Talk bad behind my back
It gets back to me in a hurry
No accidents, coincidence I do this shit on purpose
If you're scared then say you're scared
Then head to Sunday service
And I don't need a Bible to give you some fire verses
Keep watch at all the spots
I better not get alerted
No accidents, coincidence
I do this shit on purpose

Pack coming in
Money coming in
I'm a LostBoy
All I do is win
Pull up on his block
Spin this bitch opp like a ceiling fan
Nigga be talking all that shit
Nigga I don't pretend
I don't need no friends
I just want my money
Any nigga who owe me uh
Better give me something uh
Head shots uh
Nothing below the stomach uh
I don't even want your momma uh
I can fuck your momma uh
I got plenty money coming in
Commas, commas uh
Fuck whatever you think you doing
Lil bitch you still ain't done enough

Niggas send shots this way but that ok
Shit I ain't worried
Just know I know you know I know
So bitch you should be nervous
Talk bad behind my back
It gets back to me in a hurry
No accidents, coincidence I do this shit on purpose
If you're scared then say you're scared
Then head to Sunday service
And I don't need a Bible to give you some fire verses
Keep watch at all the spots
I better not get alerted
No accidents, coincidence
I do this shit on purpose

I do this
On purpose
I do this
On purpose
I do this
On purpose



Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Cyiark, Elsie Mindieta
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