Oxy

Fewww, Fewww, Fewww, Fewww,
Fewww, Fewww, Fewwww
Unhuh, Unhuh, Unhuh, Unhuhhhhh

I'm In a fast car this bitch do like two hundred make the ground shake
The last niggas played on state we shook it like earthquake
Tell a nigga make a wish and blow that fire like it's his birthday
Bring them switches out for niggas I'm trying to do him in the worse way
Take a trip to LA leave them phones bitch you know what's cracking
Having flashbacks of being at home totting them automatics
Two-three to the dome when I'm alone get high just like a attic-addict
And I ain't with the dissing on no songs let's see who giving static
Bitch
Let's see who getting money since you niggas Rich
Two k just for the striker only come out for a blitz
I seen that shit he said on Facebook
Spin get him hit
And we ain't even leave him dead
He got a twitch
I be cooling
I be booted
I be zotted
Yeahhhh
Pure Exoticss be the movement we don't Fuck with niggas Yeahhhh
I been cool on old friend I'm tired of giving niggas chances
Put a button up on my glock it take one tap ten bullets blasting
I done dropped some real heat up in the streets they say I'm jazzing
Talking to them hustlers on these beats cause i don't be rapping
Trappin spazzin'
All I do is count up blues like ima Maverick
They be haten cause they can't be us On the low they know we having
Different bitch she talking shit can't understand I think she Latin
Living lavish just invested in my bitch cause she do lashes
Posted up outside you want that killer nigga Pull-up
Even when my nose closed i smell a set up nigga good luck
Yellow diamonds on me this ain't piss i call it egg yolk
Every thing we do, we buy it big, we buy it in bulk
Give out all these Ps my people bring it back like yoyo's
Got his lolo i sit back and watch and send foenem inat stolo
Got two pipes up in this Dub bussing serves but I'm Dolo
Niggas goofies i ain't never sold no weed outside of Golo

This a fast car but I be moving slow off the wock
Gottooo hit the line them turkeys in tell em come and cop
Niggas regular these purples jeans with the angel top
Aint no stressing her she temporary like a rental car
Cuz I been stacking shit
Big bro he been blackin bitch
Way before this rapping I anit capping we been having shit
Switch go automatic pick your casket like a birthday fit
I want all the static I ain't hiding we promote the sticks
We trying to walk em down
Tell cuz nem hawk em
Last car hit this block we sent them shots boa we don't play around
Big E he got them pounds
Enough to Go around
You anit smoking pure then that shit weak we got the best in town
Make it to the top no industry cause that shit on the ground
Wanna know the best way you can eat by hold and break it down
Thought the goal was get up out the streets I swear you niggas clowns
Draco with the wood extended clip this bitch shaped like a frown

I'm in his bitch car while
He at work she giving throat
That bitch say she want to fuck
me cuz She knowing I'm the goat
I'm not posting no more guns Niggas
Don't know what I tote
It's Baby Pure for President let's
The hood cast they vote
We bring them switches out for
Niggas just to get em hit
Last nigga played on state he hit the
Curb and damn near flipped
We spent a weekend out in
Memphis we done kilt a whole two zips
Shoot that glock just like im MJ
Tryna bring my team a chip
They selling packs get em gone
Rolling blunts just to the dome
Don't come outside stay at home
Get em stretched for sure he gone



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Writer(s): Brandon Williams
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