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Purgin
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YungLiV
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What's the word, C4? Purgin' on they set 'til I get finished Told lil' folks if you gon' spin, bet' not come back 'til one 'nem missin' No cappin' it, we posted knee-deep in the field for my lil' n***as We can do shootouts but the drop better than wastin' all these bullets Ion' really gotta pay for none of my shooters, we all grew up right there on Christian We don't do no drills without no switches, but this lil drop for us, gon' get it Too much damn blood was shed up in the score that my mind been fixin' Lil' Livvy scope the block, hop out the car Walk down and get to blickin', make sure I get him, ayy Killers with me in the mix ready for whatever The opps in my DM's, Ion' text back, we put sh*t on a stretcher It ain't that much to have yo' homie, box you in and make it happen Glock in my purple jeans on stage, go ahead and reach, bet G-Boy clappin' PO on d**k, told me, "Don't do that show", I turnt it up even better I heard 'bout so and so, doin' this and that, no SAT come testers We lost some soldiers but got back, now it's too much, we just gon' mention He died with him and him, when he get shot It's a shame how they left these n***as helpless This one opp used to talk crazy, it's sad how he died My shooter had 15, filled him with 7, told him "Keep 5" We used to tote XD's, now it's all G-locks, b*t*h, I keep mine Yo' shooter got boxed in thinkin' with his d**k, how he got Simba'd My killers scam, but some my scammers kill, that's just how we ride In my lungs, yo' homie 3-5 We paint the block in red, my shorty died playin' that d-line We don't got patience, bro gon' pull up quick to get this beat fried I can't do social talk, 'cause when I tweak, you gon' see we slide Our stolies lettin' that stick fly Ain't losin' no high speed, If I get caught, I'm goin' do Meech time Free Rock, I'm mad that b*t*h lied We known to stand on business, ask 'bout shh, why you think he died? He took two to the face and still survived, God was on his side New ARP came with a scope, my shooters blitz when I say "Go" Spot 'em, got 'em, let it blow, walk down in Amiri jeans He ran but couldn't get far from me Hanging out the window lettin' that Glick spit and rip through your team Purgin' on they set 'til I get finished Told lil' folks if you gon' spin, bet' not come back 'til one 'nem missin' No cappin' it, we posted knee-deep in the field for my lil' n***as We can do shootouts but the drop better than wastin' all these bullets Ion' really gotta pay for none of my shooters, we all grew up right there on Christian We don't do no drills without no switches, but this lil drop for us, gon' get it Too much damn blood was shed up in the score that my mind been fixin' Lil' Livvy scope the block, hop out the car Walk down and get to blickin', make sure I get him, ayy
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