letra de no chances/purgin - 150 wiz
no chanes:
[verse]
like, he gon’ get shot, where he standing
tuck the grip, we ain’t giving no chances
like, we threw the o up, he panicked
i got the .9, and brodie got the cannon
no mask, i’ma still blam it
up it on camera, who he trynna dance with?
oh that’s his mans, the n-gga he ran with
like we keep cl!ckin’, we ain’t trynna jam it
i got the mix, so i came with my chop
i get mines, to kick her out the spot
i told brodie, “meet it at the lot”
like, i run down, i heard she was the bop
better not call no n-gga from ya block
i see a gbg too, i’ma flock
i’m still runnin’ the crib likе, i’m on hots
like, who in that v i’m with sha
like, we wipе his nose if it’s runny
kay b, gon up it broad day when it’s sunny
like, how many opps that got lucky
how many opps, took a shot on a bunny
grah, how many opps caught a sluggy
like, 48 em he think we his buddy
free nuski, leeky, and jeff locs the cuzzy
free pj, shots if he yellin’ out “muddy”
purgin’:
[chorus]
purgin’ on a bike
where ya mans, he went out by the knife
lotti, notti, its a cyph
bro get up close, he gon show you the light
like, that’s what he want for his life
i’ma send him bullets, i don’t fight
ratchet bullets barking, and they bite
if she don’t tote knocka, then she not my type
[verse]
like, b-tch i’m with slimes, buggout
like, b-tch i’ma cl!ck, til it run out
kay b, gon up it, broad day, when the sun out
rah, dubs, lotti, dumout
think we loafing, we brought the gun out
in the endzone, that’s a touchdown
free the bros, i can’t wait til they touchdown
free the opps, they get shot, when they come out
like, first one i spot, i’ma off it
like, he better fix how he talking
before he get a limp, when he walking
legshot, please don’t get shot, for the wrong b-tch
bro made him throw up and sh-t, feeling nauseous
spin what? not courtlandt
like, better try that in morris
lzz gon hop out the v, and start scoring
[chorus]
purgin’ on a bike
where ya mans, he went out by the knife
lotti, notti, its a cyph
bro get up close, he gon show you the light
like, that’s what he want for his life
i’ma send him bullets, i don’t fight
ratchet bullets barking, and they bite
if she don’t tote knocka, then she not my type
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