Lyrics

[Intro] That's the purple haze (Ah) that's just the purple haze (ah, ah) [Verse 1] I'm drunk and I'm high, but I'm in the booth And, shit, I can't tell you what I'm finna do No hook, no nothing, I'ma breathe on it I'ma go in, I'll put G's on it And, shit, I'on even know the better Five grand in my pocket, bitch, I'm stoppin' whatever Hop in my shit and peel on a motherfuckin' skinny's I'ma need some new ties any minute One time for my niggas in the grove My down South niggas stay ridin' with them oaks Turnpike South, six pounds and a dope Fuckin' with the Dro 'cause my man out of coke Stop fuckin' with the Blue 'cause he ran out of that Double my shit, spent 10 grand flat Spent it on the watch and my phone got the time Nigga, don't be surprised if my phone have diamonds Free my nigga Shot, free my nigga Sed Rest in peace Shawn, rest in peace Dead Moose, stay strong, Soup, do the same Every time I do somethin', I mention you niggas names And I'm mad that I got 'em For my dawgs return, I'd trade every dollar I never turn my back, I promise For my motherfuckin' respect, I pass out problems One time, niggas pass out choppers, Al Qaeda Wynwood, bitch, call me Osama Young nigga, no cautions, I'm live, but slide the whole summer You could bet yo' bottom dollar, this rap game, I'ma conquer I deserve a medal of honor I treat music like I'm doin' what Bub did Jewelry on, in the crowd, on some thug shit Real niggas vouch for me, fuckboys hate I'm ninety grand up, crunchin' on the throw away Me and my nigga Jy blow about a hoe a day I ain't talkin dipset when I say purple haze [Chorus] That-that purple haze (that-that purple haze) Yeah, that-that purple haze [Verse 2] Who the hell is you, nigga? Let me see your boss I'll whack him and ask you if you need a job It's kill or be killed, nigga, either or I'm uppin' guns that police never seen before I make it rain 'til you can't even see the floor Swagged out, so the bitches want me even more New J's, fresh fitted in a lot of stones It was murder she wrote when I got her home My homeboy walked in, like, "You not alone" That's when I walked out, then they got it on I was taught, "Respect women, don't love hoes" Money over bitches, homie, that's the thug code You could run all you want, but you can't hide If you deadass broke, then you can't slide I stay chillin' in the clouds, like I hang glide It's impossible to not mention my name, nah [Outro] That-that purple haze, you feel me? I ain't talkin 'bout Cam'ron when I say purple haze (when I say purple haze)