The Purge

Lyrics

[Intro] Man fuck them niggas mane (Shawty fresh what it do nigga) My lane created (Know I do this shit) I don't give a fuck bout nothing [?] [Verse 1: VL Deck & Young Thug] Call up a 2 and they come with a blick Full of them tings, got me scratchin' and shit Way I perform, need my trophy, I'm lit (Where my trophy?) KOD Friday, we throwed up a brick (I swear) We got the racks and keep up what we spent (I can't) Checking for [?], I'm havin' these hits (Havin' hits) Walk in the club and I pipe up that bitch (Pipe, pipe) Stand on the table on section 8 shit Implants, no dentures I'll make a def nigga listen RIP Benajmin Franklin Had to tuck in the chain, it was danglin' RIP Troupe, I was never a saint That my bitch and bout her I'ma bang I had built up this bitch from the ground I had turned into [?] then I claimed it, yeah [Chorus: VL Deck] Ain't nothing like the come up Gotta stay down till you come up (Till you come up) I'm feeding my hunger (Hunger nigga) Down now, I'm upper (Aye) [Verse 2: Young Thug & VL Deck] I had just poured up some drank And I mixed it with Percocets and a Addy Money calling on my phone 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning she gon' answer I got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo I was just drinkin' on [?], ooh New whip cost a gaffer (gaffer) Pretty bitch, she a stallion (Stallion) New bitch, Italian (Italian) I'm the king of the palace (Palace, this my shit nigga!) I'm [?] (I'm [?] bitch) Big racks, I'm fashion (Let's go) Big sticks for the crashin' (Brrr) Hustle gang with a passion (Passion) Quarter brick for a backend (Backend) Rap game I'm attacking (Raaa) Are we boastin'? Yeah I'm flashin' (I'm piped up, let's get it nigga) [Chorus: VL Deck] Ain't nothing like the come up Gotta stay down till you come up (Till you come up) I'm feeding my hunger (Hunger nigga) Down now, I'm upper (Hey) [Verse 3: Young Thug & VL Deck] Kill a crocodile, put it on a purse like a leopard, ooh White cup, peanut butter seats like a sandwich, yeah Take the beef, turn the shit to pieces like manwich, yeah I was born for this shit, nigga Sex, and where you from? Hittin' licks, nigga Yeah, I was on [?] hundred crips, nigga Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (Pussy ass nigga) Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (Pussy ass nigga) Put on a feature, I don't fuck with your clique I'm in the air like a cockpit (Cockpit) I make a movie like Netflix (Netflix) I got them [?], that gas shit (Gas) You gon' get stepped on, next of your kin (You get it?) I ain't selfish, both of y'all can share this Mac-10 (Brrrr) Artillery, I tote, shoot through bricks (Boom-boom-boom-boom) Chanel, Gucci, [?] I don't own too many kicks (I ain't got too many kicks) My skinnies cost a rack but my [?] still sit (Hahaha) I put that 30 down, lately slidin' with the stick Let's go I had just poured up some drank And I mixed it with Percocets and a Addy Money calling on my phone 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning she gon' answer I got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo I was just drinkin' on [?], ooh 200 for her last shits Send out of town for a ass lift You behind like a [?] 70 bags in the mattress Hellcat with the real end [?], these goat skin Got a Rollie, need a Patek 10k for my bracelet Y'all [?] like the Patriots Codeine sippin' but I waste it Watching my wave, now they sea sick I am the best like a draft pick I'm on they ass like pants, shit [Outro: Young Thug] [?] what up? Yeah!