Purge lyrics

[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy
Ayy
For sure

[Verse 1]
C4 'bout to purge, itchin', that's them Percs
Ayy, Bentley hit the curb, uh, swerve, uh
Reason why that b*tch won't f*ck you, boy, 'cause you's a nerd
I won't f*ck that b*tch unless Big C4 goin' first, uh
I won't snatch no purse
Strike that check, walk to the ATM, the PIN code first
The business gettin' risky, treat my BINs just like my Percs
Ayy, that mean I ain't sellin' sh*t 'til I get high off this sh*t first
Said they need some help, that boy C4 done gone berserk
Ayy, I'm prayin' to El Chapo, I couldn't walk inside no church
Ah, ayy, I swear that n*gga got killed 'cause he didn't choosе his choice of words
Six feet under dirt, damn, that sh*t must hurt
Uh, mixing, matching, see, my shoes is Fеndi, but Gucci my shirt
These n*ggas out here trippin', he was just with me, they killed Perk
Ayy, say you wanna post up in these trenches, don't be scared
Ayy, I lace up these black Air Force 1s, it's gettin' hot in here
Uh, what you know about C4, C4? Don't forget the last C4
My traphouse like a Cash and Go, in the studio off my Addy rollin'
How the f*ck you say you want some smoke, you ain't send no addy, ho?
My girlfriend asked who raised me, said myself, I ain't have no daddy, ho
Pull up, turn him to a donut off the patio
Uh, then Swiss cheese his 'partments
You see that clip through my garments, ayy, ayy
How you wipe his nose so good? That must be Charmin
n*gga, you know I'm trappin' out this b*tch, ain't got no job like Tommy, uh
Know I'm firearmin', uh
Don't wan' try me, homie
Breakin' news, it's one more homi'
My friends dead, so they might haunt me
My b*tch ain't gon' talk to you, my b*tch with the saditty posse
Uh, first night the b*tch, then pass her off, tell lil' bro get her off me
[Chorus]
Uh, n*ggas tryna off me, uh
What's the word with that?
n*gga takin' somethin' from Big 4, ain't heard of that
I'm bringin' murder back
Uh, wherever you try me, baby boy, I guarantee it's where you'll be murdered at
I don't sell 'bows no more, I serve a track
Bimmer, Benzo, or the Track'
C4 been a quarterback
They said they didn't order that
Want some good mix, that's like bringin' Travis Porter back
And we didn't go to McDonalds, but we all had ordered MACs

[Verse 2]
Get a scale, a QP, that's the trap boy starter pack
Ayy, nothin' beat the devil but the trick, 4 started that, uh
n*gga, stop puttin' my words on top they drip, who thought of that?
Uh-uh, dead man, wonder why he can't get his daughter back

[Chorus]
Uh, n*ggas tryna off me, uh
What's the word with that?
n*gga takin' somethin' from Big 4, ain't heard of that
Uh-uh, I'm bringin' murder back
Uh, wherever you try me, baby boy, I guarantee it's where you'll be murdered at
I don't sell 'bows no more, I serve a track
Bimmer, Benzo, or the Track'
C4 been a quarterback
They said they didn't order that
Want some good mix, that's like bringin' Travis Porter back
And we didn't go to McDonalds, but we all had ordered MACs