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, XDs and PTRs 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 then shootin' off the fire I swear that all I know is murder, baby Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple .223, I let some shots off grandma front porch Life in prison in my backyard, with the graveyard at my front door Fuck 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 eggnog Came home like lights, slimed by a bad broad Knock his dome, to send sincerely, B knocked his dreads off Put him on the late night, I get ski like turn the lights off My opponent scared to go to jail, but no Not me, come get stepped on (fire on me) Mike Amiri denim on my jeans just like Phat Farm Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs 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 then shootin' off the fire I swear that all I know is murder, baby Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple Niggas think that they the 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 fella', big stepper F&N, I guess that stand for fuck a nigga, stomp the pedal Hellcat verse that hemi, we straight dust a nigga Do the dash in a 4Runner Way before that boy, he put throw on 'em I be down, they up the score on us I done dropped the lo', I'm in the Nola thuggin' Here they go, claiming they want smoke until they bro under Even all the fans wanna see lil' Rondo go under But fuck 'em, they ain't got no money Glocks, magazines, XDs and PTRs 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 then shootin' off the fire I swear that all I know is murder, baby Riding 'round with them bags on me, smoking purple That thirty poking out my pants on me, I'm rocking purple label This for that one who put them bands on me, we gon' murk 'em Roll up a blunt of that new dead homie while sippin' purple maple Ha, I already know what come with this shit man, ya know? But I'ma be forever thuggin' Tell them pussy-ass niggas catch up wit' me, ya dig? (Catch up nigga) Uh, riding 'round smoking dead opps Dead opps, dead opps (free lil' Timmy) Hahaha, all I smoke is dead opps (pussy) Bitch-ass boy Jump Out Gang, nigga (hahaha), R.I.P. to Ralph