Purgin

(Lil' Fox, why you so godly, cuz?)

Whole lot of niggas I shot and sent to the hospital, call me a surgeon (Doc!)

Fuck a loss, what the fuck is an accident? Nigga, we kill 'em on purpose

Got a bad little bitch, fat-booty, real thick, get rich, I'ma buy her a Birkin

And your little ass a goofy, you signed you a deal, got rich and your mama still working

Niggas dissing in songs and playing in that, I catch 'em and kill 'em in person

If I ain't rapping, then I'm out cropping somewhere on the ops unit lurking

Four-deep in a hot, get the drop on the ops, hit they shit, we gon' hop out purging

So my choice to slide and send shots from the corner real quick and cause a diversion

We don't play no games, we really catch hats, many faces we catch 'em and clap 'em

I ain't fucking with rappers, I'm fucking with Chucky, I know my little brother gon' wax 'em (Drill!)

Little lows be ready to dress 'em, your ass a virgin 'cause you never killed nothing

Ride in a hot in this bitch out the path, but back in the day, I pull up in the pillar

Bounce out on 'em at the gas station, one nigga got shot trying to get him a filler

Finna sign me a deal, just see how I'm doing in ten years, I bet you I'm still up

And they pushing peace, but we pushing beef, fuck that, I told 'em to drill up

And they doing skits and we blowing heats, so how we expect 'em to fill up? (Ow!)

Yeah, man, goofy-grown-ass niggas out here doing skits and shit, man

Talking about y'all pushing peace, but we pushing beef over here, nigga

You catch you getting your ass clapped

And keep them bitches on y'all

And this shit ain't for the youth, man

Y'all stay in school, kids

This for all you grown goofy-ass niggas

Die slow, die quick, die however

Ay, your ass better stay out the way

Drill up, dress up, it's Big Drills, nigga

Fuck them grads

Opp! Opp!

Uh

Nigga, you ain't never blew no pipe

I can look at your ass and tell you a bitch, little nigga, you ain't touching no life

If I catch me a face, I don't care if the police around, I'm shooting on sight

You swing on me, send your ass past God, on Pierre, I ain't doing no fight

Mortal Kombat, I'm shooting like Raiden

Blowing and switching, and strike like lightning

He made a diss on the 'net and then got drenched, got killed doing all that typing

Dumbass!