Hook: "HA, I got my hittas to the left. I got my hittas to the right. f*ck a twelve hour shift, we gon do it every night. (Yeah) (yeah) , we gon purge my n*gga! (Yeah) x2 , we gon purge my n*gga!" x2
VERSE 1: The red dot on me, trigga itching bout to squeeze. Run up on em with the piece, ain't nobody want the peace. That's a dub my n*gga, show no love my n*gga, you a scrub my n*gga, im the plug my n*gga (PLOW) . We purgin and purgin til somebody drop in the grave ain't no resurrection. Seeing bodies on the street as i turn on the muh f*ckin intersection. Iraq in America better f*ck with the smith n wesson. Vest on get wrecked on, ain't no time for the inner tension. Handgun with a bigger weapon. 16 on the f*cking dresser. Got the money on the f*cking dresser. Boy you know I'm only gettin better. Cold flow you gon need a sweater. Old soul i ain't gotta tell em. Old hoes they be gettin jealous, i could f*ck around and be the one you texting like, f*ck that i want that, that, this, that, and all kinda sh*t. I just want the whole world f*ck that i ain't tryna be kinda rich. Gotta be on my grind now cause i swear to god its no time to quit. P-purge gang, click bang bang in all black with all kinda clips.
Hook: "I got my hittas to the left. I got my hittas to the right. f*ck a twelve hour shift, we gon do it every night. (Yeah) (yeah) , we gon purge my n*gga! (Yeah) x2 , we gon purge my n*gga!" x2
Verse 2: r-rappin till I'm in a casket. I smoke it down and then i ash it. I'm starting to think you n*ggas plastic. Im starting to think these n*ggas acting. You get the picture f*ck a caption. I got producers on my back sh*t. I'm the boy they want to rap with, i dont think its gonna happen. You got the flow come f*ck with me! If you trash get a buck fifty. The streets will never show you love n*gga. The streets will have you on some drugs n*gga. Get it right, no slack. Spend it, get it right back. Im not the type to flip a pack, but ima hustle with the rap. Ima hustle til my legs weak. Ima rumble if they catch me. Coppas put me in the back seat, i aint snitching if they ask me. Wasn't raised no rat. I wasn't born no snitch and if you talkin out ya mouth my n*ggas finna come and put you in a ditch and thats word to my strip and thats word to my set. If you looking for that bag homie i'll plug you in with all the best. Purge gang in effect. n*gga say it witcha chest. Im just tryna be the best. A young hitta wit a vest (POW).
Hook: "I got my hittas to the left. I got my hittas to the right. f*ck a twelve hour shift, we gon do it every night. (Yeah) (yeah) , we gon purge my n*gga! (Yeah) x2 , we gon purge my n*gga!" x2