Bandchasindee4x - 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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 fuck 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

Written by:
Deon Hawkins

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