PURE lyrics

[Intro: Trippie Redd]
(The melody)
(DJ on the beat, so it's a banger)
Yeah

[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You dirty, lil' b*tch, and I'm pure (Pure)
The president, b*tch, like I'm Buren (Yeah)
At the residency for sure (Yes)
And your face could be on a shirt (Okay)
I was just high off this Earth (Earth)
Can't remember a thing, it's all a blur (Yes)
These n*ggas cappin', these n*ggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' b*tch, like I'm Perkins (b*tch)
I'm 'bout to double the cup of the muddiest (Muddiest)
Fly to Dubai, I'm in a Cullinan (Cullinan)
I ain't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' when that money hit (Money hit)
You had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (You fumbled it)
When I get the bag, I keep all the money hid
He make me laugh, lil' n*gga a funny kid (Yeah)
I been trappin' since a f*ckin' kid (f*ckin' kid)
Trip' got it, b*tch, I'm the kid that did (Did, yeah)

[Verse 1: Trippie Redd]
How you want smoke, but that sh*t mid?
You a pus*y boy, probably turnt pig (Pig)
n*ggas cappin' like a motherf*ckin' lid (Ha)
Pour a eight of Wock', vampire squid (Yeah)
Pullin' up like Sid the Science Kid
b*tch, it's T-R-triple-six
Down in the O, I was hittin' licks
Known to keep chops, I'm a demon kid (Bah)
I know the truth, boy, you're fakin'
That's why you never gon' make it (Nah)
These n*ggas always hatin' (Huh)
That's why you never gon' make it (Nah)
pus*y ain't countin' no bacon (Bacon)
That's 'cause he always hatin' (Yeah)
Pull up, big body, I'm on (Hey)
f*ck whoever hatin' (Hatin', nah)
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You dirty, lil' b*tch, and I'm pure (Pure)
The president, b*tch, like I'm Buren (Yeah)
At the residency for sure (Yes)
And your face could be on a shirt (Okay)
I was just high off this Earth (Earth)
Can't remember a thing, it's all a blur (Yes)
These n*ggas cappin', these n*ggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' b*tch, like I'm Perkins (b*tch)
I'm 'bout to double the cup of the muddiest (Muddiest)
Fly to Dubai, I'm in a Cullinan (Cullinan)
I ain't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' when that money hit (Money hit)
You had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (You fumbled it)
When I get the bag, I keep all the money hid
He make me laugh, lil' n*gga a funny kid (Yeah)
I been trappin' since a f*ckin' kid (f*ckin' kid)
Trip' got it, b*tch, I'm the kid that did

[Verse 2: G Herbo]
I'm a real n*gga, my mother did it
Wake up, hop in that Cullinan
Wake up, hop in the Cadillac (f*ck it)
Then I hop in another Bent'
Then I hop in another Lamb'
Then I hop in another Benz
Then I hop in with two twins
f*ck it, gotta pull up with my twin
When I wake up, hit the mall
f*ck it, that's another ten to spend
f*ck it, run up a ten with twin
f*ck it, run up, get revenge (Ayy)
I been ballin' like I'm Spalding
I been ballin' off the hinges
Glock gon' call every time I call it
I been feelin' like an engine (Know that)
I'm so ready, I'ma pull up, shoot right off the bench
They want me to be on some Twitter sh*t, I ain't even mention it
They want me to be on some Twitter sh*t, I could run up milli's quick
I be feelin' like f*ck that Twitter sh*t, we hop out killin' sh*t
[Chorus: Trippie Redd]
You dirty, lil' b*tch, and I'm pure (Pure)
The president, b*tch, like I'm Buren (Yeah)
At the residency for sure (Yes)
And your face could be on a shirt (Okay)
I was just high off this Earth (Earth)
Can't remember a thing, it's all a blur (Yes)
These n*ggas cappin', these n*ggas perpin'
Man, we 'bout the action, lil' b*tch, like I'm Perkins (b*tch)
I'm 'bout to double the cup of the muddiest (Muddiest)
Fly to Dubai, I'm in a Cullinan (Cullinan)
I ain't give a f*ck 'bout nothin' when that money hit (Money hit)
You had the ball, the bag, you fumbled it (You fumbled it)
When I get the bag, I keep all the money hid
He make me laugh, lil' n*gga a funny kid (Yeah)
I been trappin' since a f*ckin' kid (f*ckin' kid)
Trip' got it, b*tch, I'm the kid that did