The Purge
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Too tact, can't lack, like
He try to run put the beam on his back
Smokin' on dead niggas got me smacked
Spin through tryna flock at a hat
And it's 60 gang we don't fuck with the gunnas
Hop out tryna click on his mans
Put the heat on his face like a tan
We got drums and them sticks like a band
Hella guns like the navy
Smoke Gpop got me feelin' lazy
Sparkin' from deep bitch I shoot like i'm KD
Roll a opp then I fuck on this lady
Niggas be cappin' they never outside On the block it's just me and the guys
Stay with a stick you would've thought I was blind
Tried to run he got hit in his spine Spin through put the dot on his face
Oot at his feet watch him pick up the pace
Like, Lotti and Rah got me laced
Bitch when I bend I ain't leavin' no trace
Like, when I up better get off the way
If catch Lil Nas i'ma up it an spray
If I catch K.R. i'ma send him to lay
He get shot if he jackin' the 8 to the gates
Too tact, can't lack, like
He try to run put the beam on his back
Smokin' on dead niggas got me smacked
Spin through tryna flock at a hat
And it's 60 gang we don't fuck with the gunnas
Hop out tryna click on his mans
Put the heat on his face like a tan
We got drums and them sticks like a band
This is your emergency broadcast system announcing the commencement of the annual event
The events will begin momentarily, in just one minute
Too tact, can't lack, like
He try to run put the beam on his back
Smokin' on dead niggas got me smacked
Spin through tryna flock at a hat
And it's 60 gang we don't fuck with the gunnas
Hop out tryna click on his mans
Put the heat on his face like a tan
We got drums and them sticks like a band
Hella guns like the navy
Smoke Gpop got me feelin' lazy
Sparkin' from deep bitch I shoot like i'm KD
Roll a opp then I fuck on this lady
Niggas be cappin' they never outside On the block it's just me and the guys
Stay with a stick you would've thought I was blind
Tried to run he got hit in his spine Spin through put the dot on his face
Oot at his feet watch him pick up the pace
Like, Lotti and Rah got me laced
Bitch when I bend I ain't leavin' no trace
Like, when I up better get off the way
If catch Lil Nas i'ma up it an spray
If I catch K.R. i'ma send him to lay
He get shot if he jackin' the 8 to the gates
Too tact, can't lack, like
He try to run put the beam on his back
Smokin' on dead niggas got me smacked
Spin through tryna flock at a hat
And it's 60 gang we don't fuck with the gunnas
Hop out tryna click on his mans
Put the heat on his face like a tan
We got drums and them sticks like a band
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Writer(s): Chris Ford
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