twanie10 - Purpose

Yea we do this for a purpose
Bro grab the mask we get to purgin'
Bitch we spin blocks we steady lurkin'
These niggas ain't out they steady hide
Everything had changed when rodney died
I make one call big bro gone slide
Hop out the car and open fire
This shit aint a game
You never hit shit in close range
We send that blitz and bust your brain
When i tolt sticks i got good aim
That big ole' glock it gotta switch
And it got fifty under that bitch
Bitch you can't duck bitch you cant run
Bitch you can't hide from all these sticks
And we smoking your potna bitch
Roll 'em up in this gar
Doolie up in the yo
Clutching on a big AR
Send your ass to the stars
Free bronem out the bars
Tryna get me foreign house
Tryna get me a foreign car
Tryna move up out the state
All these niggas hate
All these niggas fake
All these niggas snakes
Donnie swing his fucking dreads and he go catch a play
Bitch ima hit a fucking lick if i go broke today

Written by:
Jatwanie Lee

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