文本歌词

Purge On Em (Explicit) - DJ Booker/NLE Choppa
Mmh
Mmh
Eh eh woah woah
Eh eh woah woah
Eh eh woah
Brr
Brr
Nigga know what goin' on
NLE top shotta top shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda brr
Don dadda
Eh eh woah woah woah woah
Ayy ayy ayy
Listen I'mma put on
Listen I'mma put on
Ayy ***** I thug with the gang
It's the same when I'm out
If the boy not the same
Then we bangin' it out
If you come in my house
There's a Glock every couch
Told the ***** he can't hang
So we lettin' him out
We do drills out this car
We be uppin' the count
Put the cash on his head
It look like advanced money
So my niggas they want that amount
Off of these meds I move like damn junkie
All this pain that I got it is off
We do the offer and y'all do the talk
Take a look at this scope up one we chalk it
Threw me a body damn right we caught it
We ain't gon' stop 'til the gang in a coffin
New Drac' just bought it all black with some drums
Your soul we want it that's what we robbin' for
Find a location we pull up and face 'em
The jewelry I take it we need all of that
Straight to the block and I post with a 50
They know how I'm comin' they know where I'm at
All black attire I cover my tats
And if I see a opp I'ma slam like Shaq
Last nigga play with the gang swear to god we
Left that boy limbs detached
Bad ***** hit my phone
Say I'm doin' her wrong
But I keep doing her wrong
Momma tell me not to
Leave the house without my chrome
I live in a warzone
The opp pack that I'm smokin' on too strong
It got my wig gon'
Opps chillin' in the house
They quarantining
Slide on 'em and purge on 'em
Brrrtt
Brrrtt
Ayy only sit with bosses at the tables
I don't talk to the haters
Show a nigga what's a lion from a gator
I'ma leave him dry when I bait him
Bullets gon' hit we ain't never gonna graze him
**** with your folks but your momma can't save 'em
Thug to bone been this way since the cradle
I'ma tote it to the grave
And it's somethin' that I stand on
**** a opp ***** screamin'
Crip with my flag on
I'ma get your mans killed
Have his nigga making sad songs
I send a hit of the flip
I might throw away the iPhone
I'ma up off the rip if he look then his eye gone
Let that ***** keep on talkin' he type on
Catch that ***** out in traffic that pipe on him
Yeah we clutch automatics we might harm
Better approach with caution I got a warrant
Slid on the opps we hit two in a row
And I'm lettin' off shots when he open the door
Niggas be duckin' and hidin' and sendin' Subliminals
Really we all know the score
Draco bullets ripped him up and clipped him up
Slipped him up like he walkin' on soap
Niggas know I keep it tucked might stick 'em up
I can't get it caught without on me
Find a location we pull up and face 'em
The jewelry I take it we need all of that
Straight to the block and I post with a 50
They know how I'm comin' they know where I'm at
All black attire I cover my tats
And if I see a opp I'ma slam like Shaq
Last nigga play with the gang swear to
God we left that boy limbs detached
Bad ***** hit my phone say I'm doin' her wrong
But I keep doing her wrong
Momma tell me not to leave the house without my chrome
I live in a warzone
The opp pack that I'm smokin' on too strong
It got my wig gon'
Opps chillin' in the house they quarantining
Slide on 'em and purge on 'em
Brrt
Brrt
Slide on 'em and purge on 'em
NLE the top shotta got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
I'm not without
NLE top shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda
I'm not without
NLE top shotta
Bomb like Al-Qaeda
Only sit with bosses at the tables
I don't talk to the haters
To the haters
To the haters
To the haters
To the haters