The Purge

Like, Grahh

Like, Like

Y'all niggas dead, like get back, word to my dead

Like, y'all niggas know what's going on

Like, Oh my god

Like, Oh my fucking god

Like, y'all mans died

Like, get back

Like, Word to my mother, like

Grahh, Like (LJS on the Beat)

It's that Sha Gz nigga (Ayy Revilo On It)

Grahh, Like, Grahh, Like

Try to spin through my block no way

Like, creep down they block, let's play

Bitch when I up get the fuck out my way

He got shot what you think he gone say

Like, that nigga dead, in the grave

He got shot in his head, where his brains?

Nigga, Notti got poked on the train

Nigga, Yеllow got shot with his gang

Bitch ima up give a fuck bout this fame

Nazzy, Rippy, dealt with (AHHH)

And I don't givе a fuck, like

Ima hop at that V on his bitch

Kenzo and TG be sharing they fits

Put this Bag on his head then this clip

Aye-yo Nando, where the Ribs

Aye-yo Hots pass the Rip

Watch when I up all them niggas wearing red

Notti, Yellow, Dead in my spliff

Most of these niggas was really my mans

And they dead, it's like damn

They gone run once I flick on my hand

N-Nigga died cause he dissed on my mans

And it's so many deads so I smoke

I-I be laughing like this shit a joke

Bdot got shot and I heard he went ghost

W-Why these niggas ain't spin for they bros

Nigga ran

He got shot, better pick up your mans

Cause he dropped

Better land,

When I slide when I switch up the plan, they get shot (Ahh)

Like

Grrrt, Bow, Bow, Bow, Nigga

(LJS on the Beat)

(Ayy Revilo on it)