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Letra : The Purge
Info the Producer
Ah, yeah
Info the Producer
Ah (Ayy)
When I pull up on your block, b*t*h, duck (B*t*h, duck)
Head open, eyes get shut (Get shut)
N***a mad 'cause his b*t*h gettin' f**ked (So what?)
In my bag, I don't give two f**ks (Two f**ks, ayy)
If you think that b*t*h with you, then you stupid (You dumb)
Lovin' on that ho, boy, you Cupid (Ah)
I'm with a gang full of n***as, b*t*h, we troopin' (B*t*h, we troopin')
And tell me why you got that gun and you ain't shoot it? (You ain't shoot it, ayy)
Watch what you sayin' 'cause we pull up just like Ubers (Just like Ubers)
I'm in the trap with the Glock eatin' noodles (Ramen noodles)
Hella hoes in the spot, gettin' tooted (Gettin' tooted)
I just hit another juug, I just bought my b*t*h a poodle (A Yorkie, ayy)
I'm an Eskimo, so icy like a cooler (Like a cooler)
I just got some VVSs on my Ruger (On my Ruger, yeah)
I ain't goin' back broke, hallelujah (Hallelujah, ayy)
And I don't need a shooter, b*t*h, 'cause I'm a shooter (I'm a shooter, yeah)
Boy, you been a b*t*h since like way back (Way back)
You that same lil' n***a, got his chain snatched (Got his sh*t snatched, ayy)
Hit a lick on your block and I came back (And I came back)
And put that sh*t right in the trap, and it came back (B*t*h, it came back, ayy)
Pu**y n***a want a choice, n***a, say that (Say that)
B*t*h, I got that Draco in my backpack (In my backpack)
I can't get to it, I'ma shoot right through the backpack (Through the backpack, ayy)
Gun go blatt-blatt, get your brain snatched (Blatt, yeah)
Lil Wopster ain't for none, I know you heard (You heard, ayy)
Pull up on your block and then we swerve (Skrrt)
Come to find out this ain't your block, b*t*h, it's the 'burbs (It's the 'burbs, ayy)
Home invasion sh*t, bodies droppin' like the purge (Pew-pew-pew-pew, ugh)
B*t*h! (Ayy)
You from the 'burbs (Yeah)
You from the 'burbs
That n***a ain't hood, he from the 'burbs
Ah, yeah
Info the Producer
Ah (Ayy)
When I pull up on your block, b*t*h, duck (B*t*h, duck)
Head open, eyes get shut (Get shut)
N***a mad 'cause his b*t*h gettin' f**ked (So what?)
In my bag, I don't give two f**ks (Two f**ks, ayy)
If you think that b*t*h with you, then you stupid (You dumb)
Lovin' on that ho, boy, you Cupid (Ah)
I'm with a gang full of n***as, b*t*h, we troopin' (B*t*h, we troopin')
And tell me why you got that gun and you ain't shoot it? (You ain't shoot it, ayy)
Watch what you sayin' 'cause we pull up just like Ubers (Just like Ubers)
I'm in the trap with the Glock eatin' noodles (Ramen noodles)
Hella hoes in the spot, gettin' tooted (Gettin' tooted)
I just hit another juug, I just bought my b*t*h a poodle (A Yorkie, ayy)
I'm an Eskimo, so icy like a cooler (Like a cooler)
I just got some VVSs on my Ruger (On my Ruger, yeah)
I ain't goin' back broke, hallelujah (Hallelujah, ayy)
And I don't need a shooter, b*t*h, 'cause I'm a shooter (I'm a shooter, yeah)
Boy, you been a b*t*h since like way back (Way back)
You that same lil' n***a, got his chain snatched (Got his sh*t snatched, ayy)
Hit a lick on your block and I came back (And I came back)
And put that sh*t right in the trap, and it came back (B*t*h, it came back, ayy)
Pu**y n***a want a choice, n***a, say that (Say that)
B*t*h, I got that Draco in my backpack (In my backpack)
I can't get to it, I'ma shoot right through the backpack (Through the backpack, ayy)
Gun go blatt-blatt, get your brain snatched (Blatt, yeah)
Lil Wopster ain't for none, I know you heard (You heard, ayy)
Pull up on your block and then we swerve (Skrrt)
Come to find out this ain't your block, b*t*h, it's the 'burbs (It's the 'burbs, ayy)
Home invasion sh*t, bodies droppin' like the purge (Pew-pew-pew-pew, ugh)
B*t*h! (Ayy)
You from the 'burbs (Yeah)
You from the 'burbs
That n***a ain't hood, he from the 'burbs
