The Purge lyrics

[Intro]
Man f*ck them n*ggas mane (Shawty fresh what it do n*gga)
My lane created (Know I do this sh*t)
I don't give a f*ck bout nothing
[?]

[Verse 1: VL Deck & Young Thug]
Call up a [?] and they come with a [?]
Full of them tings, got me scratchin' and sh*t
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 b*tch (Pipe, pipe)
Stand on the table on section 8 sh*t
Implants, no dentures
I'll make a def n*gga listen
RIP Benajmin Franklin
Had to tuck in the chain, it was danglin'
RIP Troupe, I was never a saint
That my b*tch and bout her I'ma bang
I had built up this b*tch 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 n*gga)
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 [?] ([?])
Pretty b*tch, she a stallion (Stallion)
New b*tch, Italian (Italian)
I'm the king of the palace (Palace, this my sh*t n*gga!)
I'm [?] (I'm [?] b*tch)
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 n*gga)

[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 n*gga)
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 sh*t to pieces like manwich, yeah
I was born for this sh*t, n*gga
[?], and where you from? Hittin' licks, n*gga
Yeah, I was on [?] hundred crips, n*gga
Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (pus*y ass n*gga)
Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (pus*y ass n*gga)
Put on a feature, I don't f*ck with your clique
I'm in the air like a c*ckpit (c*ckpit)
I make a movie like Netflix (Netflix)
I got them [?], that gas sh*t (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 sh*ts
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, sh*t
[Outro: Young Thug]
[?] what up?
Yeah!