Way To Turnt

It's a sacrifice you gotta make Way to turnt pouring up that purple rain Pussies crying, bringing that big pain Bitches on my dick, knowing that I can sing Killed her son, now she gonna go home and pray Put her son on a white tee Going home and fucking on his wifey Hit a clip, put it on YT Look at my grills, they on my white teeth He gon' make me grab my gun He might make me.. That's the sound my gun make Come over here and give me that cake Put him in a easy bake (oven) And look at the chains, it's so fake Loving on me, on me Took your bitch, I'll make it three Fresh as a bottle of Listerine In the Benz, smoking a tree With her friend, I'll flick her bean On my choppers, got a beam Did it myself, there's an I in team Fresh as a pack of gum, I'm clean My dick in the mouth, that's how it be Sipping purple, I'm drinking lean The way I rap, I'm a machine Kill that boy and flee the scene F*ck that bitch, no in-between Wake up and I pop a bean Took his bitch, you know I mean And my last hollow point, hit him in his spleen It's a sacrifice you gotta make Way to turnt, pouring up that purple rain Pussies crying, bringing that big pain Bitches on my dick, knowing that I can sing Killed her son, now she gonna go home and pray