Purple Baby

Ayy, ayy, ayy, you know every time it's up, it's stuck, nigga

(What up, Worthy?)

And ain't no coming down

Q-R-N

(Damn, Jam, this shit a vibe)

Quando Rondo, nigga

Glocks, magazines, XD's and PTR's

MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow

Clap, how lil' youngin banging and they see hit up his car (Facts)

We get the drop, we jumped the fence

I swear that all I know is murder, baby

Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple, baby

That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple

This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em

Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sipping purple maple

.223, I let some shots off grandma front porch

Life in prison in my backyard with the graveyard at my front door

**** all that dissing, when I catch you, you gon' catch one, let my gun blow

Jump Out Gang jump out then sped off

Ayy, .40 with aim, got the red dot

On the corner, he claim he dead on

I know the feds feel like we dead wrong

New Mercedes Benz, we spin the bend while smoking dead opps

This shit like a train, know that MAC-10'll knock his head off

I sip that drank just like it's

Knock his dome sincelery be knocked his dreads off

Put him on the late night, I guess Ski like turn the lights off

My opponent scared to go jail, but no, not me, come get stepped down

Mike Amiri denim on my jeans just like

Glocks, magazines, XD's and PTR's

MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow

Clap, how lil' youngin banging and they see hit up his car (Facts)

We get the drop, we jumped the fence

I swear that all I know is murder, baby

Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple, baby

That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple

This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em

Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sipping purple maple

only killers in America

Pistols get to hitting like a missile, come through tear it up

Hell no, I'm not wrestling, off the flat, no Rey Mysterio

Bullets get to coming through, they trap, you can't trap there no more

Daredevil, stick be in my lap while rocking Ferragamo

Twin shovels, we gon' need 'em both so we can bury fellow, big stepper

F&N, I guess that stand for **** a nigga, stop the pedal

Hellcat verse that hemi, we skrrt dust the nigga

Do the dash in a four rental

Way before that boy, he put throw in 'em

I be down, they up the score on us

I done dropped the lo', I'm in the Nolia thugging

Here they go, claiming they want smoke until the bro under

Even all the fans wanna see Lil Rondo go under

But **** 'em, they ain't got no money

Glocks, magazines, XD's and PTR's

MACs, extension clips with beams, know you won't see tomorrow

Clap, how lil' youngin banging and they see hit up his car (Facts)

We get the drop, we jumped the fence

I swear that all I know is murder, baby

Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple, baby

That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple

This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em

Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sipping purple maple