letra de purgin (remix) - 150 wiz
[chorus]
purgin’ on a bike
where ya mans? he went out by the knife
lotti, notti, it’s a cyph
bro get up close, he gon’ show you the light
like, that’s what he want for his life
i’mma send out bullets, i don’t fight
red tip bullets barkin’, and they bite
if she don’t tote knocka, then she not my type
[verse one]
like, b-tch i’m with slimes, bug out
like, b-tch i’mma cl!ck ‘til it run out
kayb gon’ up it broad day, when the sun out
rah, dubs, lotti, dumout
think we loafin’? 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 thеy come out
[verse two]
like, first one i spot, i’mma off it
likе, he better fix how he talkin’
before he get a limp, when he walkin’
legshot, please don’t get shot, for the wrong b-tch
bro made him throw up and sh-t, feelin’ nauseous
spin what? not courtlandt
like, better try that in morris
lzz gon hop out the v, and start scorin’
[verse three]
like, they tryna run but they fallin’
he tryna run but the bullets start pourin’
i got my [?], i’m not talkin’ ‘bout sportin’
up first, flock, we ain’t givin’ no warnin’
that n-gga ran up, he wasn’t cautious
he put his hand up, he tryna forfeit
free 33, shootin’ like he ain’t [?]
like, free ap, get the v then we on sh-t
[verse four]
oh, he think he got one
he on the floor, my ooters send a hot one
like, b-tch, this sh-t a hot gun
we gotta get off the scene ‘fore the cops come
he need a doctor
if he push up, he goin’ out like wasca
grrah, how many hit in they matta?
like, how many hit in they leg?
bro tryna fl!ck on the back of the ped
[chorus]
purgin’ on a bike
where ya mans? he went out by the knife
lotti, notti, it’s a cyph
bro get up close, he gon’ show you the light
like, that’s what he want for his life
i’mma send out bullets, i don’t fight
red tip bullets barkin’, and they bite
if she don’t tote knocka, then she not my type
purgin’ on a bike
where ya mans? he went out by the knife
lotti, notti, it’s a cyph
bro get up close, he gon’ show you the light
like, that’s what he want for his life
i’mma send out bullets, i don’t fight
red tip bullets barkin’, and they bite
if she don’t tote knocka, then she not my type
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