Audi Purge lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy
Runnin' through your city, '40 auto
Back to back suburbans in them tahoes (Yeah)
I'm still playing this sh*t as cool as I can (Yeah)
Get a system on that choppa, got a fan (Grahh)
Tell her momma, "I'mma hit you when I can"
I'm too busy, I be locked up in the gym
Way too important to be treated like I'm them
Like b*tch, you must not know who I am

[Verse 1]
Blocked lil mama, then I went and got a bad b*tch (Yeah)
Talking out yo neck, you gon' make me turn my savage (Uh)
Stripper b*tch, she must eat her rice and cabbage
She say it, spray it, she like papi ain't no catfish
She a freak, she must love it when I smack it (Yeah)
She ain't got a lock it, Jerry [?]
Mama said, she tweet on that she too reckless
You gon' have to spite without yo' checklist
Them type of b*tches that be asking what a check is
The type of b*tches gotta check in
The type of b*tches that play chess, but not chessin'
The type of b*tches ain't stressin'

[Verse 2]
Take a flight to L.A
When I land, you know who I'm tryna see
She be working out, girl come sit that ass on me
Sorry we couldn't work it out, girl, whatchu want to be?
(f*ck)
Everything on me
(f*ck)
She the only b*tch up in my future, that I see (Woah)
[Open Verse]