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Purge On Em
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NLE Choppa
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-Eh, eh, woah Ayy, ayy, ayy Ayy, b*t*h I thug with the gang, it's the same when I'm out If the boy not the same, then we bangin' it out If you come in my house, there's a Glock every couch Told the b*t*h he can't hang, so we lettin' him out We do drills out this car, we be uppin' the count Put the cash on his head, it look like advanced money, so my n***as they want that amount Off of these meds, I move like damn junkie All this pain that I got, it is off We do the offer and y'all do the talk Take a look at this scope, up one, we chalk it Threw me a body, damn right we caught it We ain't gon' stop 'til the gang in a coffin New Drac', just bought it, all black with some drums Your soul, we want it, that's what we robbin' for Find a location, we pull up and face 'em The jewelry, I take it, we need all of that Straight to the block and I post with a .50 They know how I'm comin', they know where I'm at All black attire, I cover my tats And if I see a opp, I'ma slam like Shaq Last n***a play with the gang, swear to god we left that boy limbs detached Bad b*t*h hit my phone, say I'm doin' her wrong, but I keep doing her wrong Momma tell me not to leave the house without my chrome, I live in a warzone The opp pack that I'm smokin' on too strong, it got my wig gon' Opps chillin' in the house, they quarantining, slide on 'em in person Ayy, only sit with bosses at the tables, I don't talk to the haters Show a n***a what's a lion from a gator I'ma leave him dry when I bait him Bullets gon' hit, we ain't never gonna graze him F**k with your folks, but your momma can't save 'em Thug to bone, been this way since the cradle I'ma tote it to the grave and it's somethin' that I stand on F**k a opp b*t*h screamin' Crip with my flag on I'ma get your mans killed, have his n***a making sad songs I send a hit of the flip, I might throw away the iPhone I'ma up off the rip if he look and [?] Let that b*t*h keep on talkin', he type on Catch that b*t*h out in traffic, that pipe on him Yeah we clutch automatics we might harm Better approach with caution, I got a warrant Slid on the opps we hit two in a row And I'm lettin' off shots when he open the door N***as be duckin' and hidin' and sendin' Subliminals Really we all know the score Draco bullets ripped him up and clipped him up Slipped him up like he walkin' on soap N***as know I keep it tucked, might stick 'em up I can't get it caught with it on me Find a location, we pull up and face 'em The jewelry, I take it, we need all of that Straight to the block and I post with a .50 They know how I'm comin', they know where I'm at All black attire, I cover my tats And if I see a opp, I'ma slam like Shaq Last n***a play with the gang, swear to god we left that boy limbs detached Bad b*t*h hit my phone, say I'm doin' her wrong, but I keep doing her wrong Momma tell me not to leave the house without my chrome, I live in a warzone The opp pack that I'm smokin' on too strong, it got my wig gon' Opps chillin' in the house, they quarantining, slide on 'em in person Brrt Slide on 'em in person NLE the Top Shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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