Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, damn

Longway, Longway, all blue on my end, man

What's your motherfucking purpose ****?

Trying to fuck, skank chasing, we having the money

What's your motherfucking purpose? On the block ain't got no work

What's your motherfucking purpose? Tote that Glock and you ain't murking

I'm so sick of **** screaming that they're bosses but they're working

I'm so sick of **** screaming that they're bosses, pockets hurting

You fuck a lot of hoes but you still ain't got no money, what's your purpose?

You been trapping on the block and still ain't count a hundred, what's your purpose?

You got extendos, and a hundred round drums and you can still ain't did no murkin’

You a big dog, yeah a big dog, got it goin’ but you still ain't did no service

What's your motherfucking purpose?

I been jumped off the porch, intend to distribute

Bands in my trunk, watching twelve in my rearview

Get the OG and dope and I beat the trap, don't move

Twenty-four hour traphouse like a drive-thru

Chasing blue Benjamins

Aye Givenchy my toes, Maison Margiela linens

I get the pot and I beat it and hit it

I ain't gonna lay up in that bitch, I'ma hit it

I get so sick of **** screaming bitches

I finger fuck the Jackson and crash them blue Benjamins

You a boss and big dog, that ain't never working

I'm the connecting socket I ain't never searchin'

I can pull up with the trap murdered

Front it out, later, let you reimburse me

I keep the thirty, 'cause I will murk you, Longway bitch

What's your motherfucking purpose? On the block ain't got no work

What's your motherfucking purpose? Tote that Glock and you ain't murking

I'm so sick of **** screaming that they're bosses but they're working

I'm so sick of **** screaming that they're bosses, pockets hurting

You fuck a lot of hoes but you still ain't got no money, what's your purpose?

You been trapping on the block and still ain't count a hundred, what's your purpose?

You got extendos, and a hundred round drums and you can still ain't did no murkin’

You a big dog, yeah a big dog, got it goin’ but you still ain't did no service

What's your motherfucking purpose?

Chasing skirts, and laying up with a bitch

She talking that shit, but I ain't servin that shit

You strapped like you really be murking some shit

You family going to have to come I.D. your pick

I'm out here trafficking pounds in the Honda

I like the blue Benjamin's in a bundle

You **** out here, trapper turn to bastards

I get the bricks standing land a Atlanta Falcon

Break it down, speed it up, whip up that sho'nuff

I take a Molly brick, sack up some capsules

What the fuck is your purpose for riding around with the work

And that thirty round clip if you ain't got no trap?

You trying to fit in and you trying to adapt

I double park the Benz in front of my trap

With double F&Ns I blow off their cap, Longway bitch

What's your motherfucking purpose? On the block ain't got no work

What's your motherfucking purpose? Tote that Glock and you ain't murking

I'm so sick of **** screaming that they're bosses but they're working

I'm so sick of **** screaming that they're bosses, pockets hurting

You fuck a lot of hoes but you still ain't got no money, what's your purpose?

You been trapping on the block and still ain't count a hundred, what's your purpose?

You got extendos, and a hundred round drums and you can still ain't did no murkin’

You a big dog, yeah a big dog, got it goin’ but you still ain't did no service

What's your motherfucking purpose?

Damn dog, I ain't got no idea

Who's purpose, what's his purpose?

I just get stoned, doin' what I'm doin'

Maxwell Studios

Purpose

I'm stoned, and I still got a purpose

Who higher than me?

He ain't higher than me

Engineer you higher than me?

You ain't higher than me, need an old session ****

Flav