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The Purge (Feat. Tyler The Creator, Kurupt)

My daddy said, draw nigga(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh

Yeah, niggaAs this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin

The realest nigga breathing, y'all pretend

Real crippy since I hopped off the swing

With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yo, yo, yeah uh yeah ooh)

Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling

Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment

Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin

Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened

Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin

Most niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walking

Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome

Now nah, I ain't no dolphin, fuck rhyming, I'm cripping

Niggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring

Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin'

Fuck your bitch, in front of your chil'ren

See your whip side of my building, yeah

Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair

I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear

Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there

You die here, let of a pair (Yak yak!)(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war

Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga

Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh

Yeah niggaHouse full of kilo's, sold pound to zero's

Cocaine my hero, you ain't you ain't Figg Side gettin' Deebo'd

Always asking for the burner like, young niggas still free load

Heart big as my ego, don't fly 'round my signal

I'll rearrange your dino, crippy my house shoes

Blue rag disciples, murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel

Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the stripe once

Won't get the stripe twice, you niggas half price

Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf

I'm smoking bath salt through sherm sticks, burn this, ooh

Knock knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the fa' do's

But who was spanked to you unranked, you can fuck around and get that chin bank'd

Grew lining, Crip walk the whole mile

Do belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortez's, Hush Puppies

My glock ya fuck buddy, make money, take money

Earn crack money, drug money, bail money

Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me?

When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny

I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy

You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, haumie, yeah(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war

Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga

Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh

Yeah niggaBust my gun all by myself

Rock cocaine all by myself

Poured propane all on myself

Go so hard might harm myself

Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga

Yeah nigga, yeah niggaYeah, it's Kurupt young motherfuckin' Gotti

Still rollin' in the six dont fuck with the Bugatti

Come up in this motherfucker looking for a bitch

Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips

The intrical, South Central Sentinel

Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch (Haha)

Get roped and choked and rope-a-dope'd

Extra overdose of the okie doke

Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke

Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about, they walked 'em in

I walked 'em out, they talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out

And I cock back that ox and pow, pow, pow, pow

Walk inside, pussy popping, top is popping off

Papadopulos neighborhood, roll with 60 bars

Ghettotropolis, squeezing pussy like octopuses

Show me where the money at, show me where the kush is

Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes

This is the reasons why I won't be fucking with pussies like you

Me, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we tote 'em(Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused motherfucker? This is war

Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga

Yeah nigga, uh, yeah nigga, uh

Yeah nigga

Songwriters

PAUL D. SALVA JR., QUINCY MATTHEW HANLEY, RICARDO EMMANUEL BROWN, TYLER GREGORY OKONMAPublished by

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