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)