Purple Punch

Bitch! Hop in that car bruh we tryn spin some put down them Glocks nigga You ain’t gon’ click none Why they keep fakin’ they know what I been on said You a steppa nigga who did you step on I need money don’t need bitches, got a new 30 And it came with extensions hop in my water bruh left his ass fishing I be balling too hard not a day that I’m missing my niggas Real shooters like they play for the pistons I be crankin in the stu and these niggas be tippin Can’t f*ck with a nigga tryn beef in my mentions She only fuckin that nigga cause that nigga wanna be me And this stick left em blind I ain’t talkin bout Steve Send some shots to his back bruh thinkin he ricky bust That bitch ha jayblicky up that stick ha get wimme Got the za an the runtz and the og sticky how he fake for the gram But he ain’t tryn spin me? No hook went hard and these niggas still envy yo bitch Dance to my songs do the woah like Vicky Tryn do what I do an that nigga keep watchin 50 packing a punch bruh Thinkin we boxin lil nigga got the drip ha flockin On the rip hand to hand boy I serve out the pocket I’m a real traplete really clickin my target This a big compact bullets shoot like a rocket If I say you my slime you my man we gon lock it Downbad on yo dick and you still pocket watchin get my mova a My bruh that shit ain’t no option Need a couple of M’s for a nigga come sign me bullets Hittin his rip bruh doin them high knees Gotta mexican plug bra thinkin he Chinese Shots fire bitch bouta slide with my puck Glock 19 on my hip Better duck walkdown shit hop out of the truck Ac in the back an he clutchin that steel, that nigga my brother Stayed down in the field these bitches be tricky tryn f*ck for a bill How you swervin the pack but the pressure ain’t sealed? These niggas be goofy tryn switch for a meal I 95 bruh hop in a hooptie 3.5 in the jay what the f*ck is a doobie How you switch on your man bruh you lookin like stewie Put the pot on the stove beat it up I abuse it yo bitch twerk to my shit throw it back goin stupid How the f*ck is you hatin you be crankin my music Moonrocks in the jay boy this pressure jhi boofin Steady gettin to the M’s how the f*ck am I loosin? Hop in that car bruh we tryn spin some put down them glocks Nigga you ain’t gon’ click none Why they keep fakin’ they know what I been on said You a steppa nigga who did you step on I need money don’t need bitches, got a new 30 And it came with extensions hop in my water bruh left his ass fishing I be balling too hard not a day that I’m missing my niggas real shooters Like they play for the pistons I be crankin in the stu and these niggas be tippin Can’t f*ck with a nigga tryn beef in my mentions She only fuckin that nigga cause that nigga wanna be me And this stick left em blind I ain’t talkin bout Steve Send some shots to his back bruh thinkin he ricky bust That bitch ha jayblicky up that stick ha get wimme