No Purpose lyrics

[Intro]
Bi-Bi-Big Los on the track, boy


[Verse]
b*tch I'm in the streets when I'm never not working
Working every second
So I don't see the purpose
You ain't in the streets
Little n*gga stop lurking
You ain't making money
Might as well join the service
Everybody quiet
Chris Travis just surfing
Everybody ride
But they live by my surface
I don't need receipts cause it's longer than serpent
I'll buy it all
Give it back to the worthless
b*tch I walk around
Like I'm something to worship
See the whole world as a god damn circus
Don't peak through the wrong god damn curtains
Try to start sh*t
Leave you laying in the dirt b*tch
Coming up quick
Other n*ggas on the hush list
Labels ain't sh*t
Need a mil just to touch me
b*tches ain't sh*t
Rather chill with a blunt man
Ho you wanna f*ck?
Cause I know you got a boyfriend
I don't let sl*ts in my mothaf*cking spot man
Keep it real cool cause you know that sh*t is hot man
Swinging through the pus*y
Boy them hoes call me Tarzan
White man looking
I'm a young paid black man
On 6th street with my weed on my right leg
I'm a Memphis n*gga so I came out the wasteland
Know your b*tch looking like she really wanna taste man
I don't want features unless we talking about my rates man
[Verse 2]
Money coming fast
But we keeping up
If the money coming slow
Then we speed it up
And if a n*gga got a problem we can meet it up
And f*ck talking
Come swinging when I'm pulling up
I'm at the office
Getting head with the windows up
You in the office riding tasks in a journal book
You buying weed
Boy I'm buying new furniture
You still living with your mom
I ain't heard of ya
Boy you talk real tough
Who scared of ya?
You can shoot guns
But you not a murderer
Never trust who you by
Like Disturbia
b*tch I'm creeping, midnight, like a burglar
With my foot on the gas
Break necks when I pass
And I'm headed to the pad
With a sack on the dash
And a b*tch hair long
Down her back to her ass
If a n*gga wanna f*ck
Then she texting for cash
b*tch
[Outro]