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Purpose
Niggas know I’m in first place
Niggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
Niggas dissing me, might catch him in the worst way
turn me up a little bit
Niggas know that I’m in first place
Niggas broke, can’t get no bread, that boy a bird brain
Niggas dissing me, might catch him in the worst way
And my shawty gon' blow his candles out like birthday
And my shooters gun squad' might pull up to your workplace, oh, yeah
I’m tryna count these bands
I ain’t talkin' 'bout bird, but I’m tryna hop up this bed
On the block we lurkin', shoot a fuck-nigga in the head
Broke niggas make me nervous, I just wanna count these debts
Fucked this bitch off this perc, yeah, I ain’t even count my meds
Bitch I ain’t likin' how you grip this dirty, niggas wanna tweak',
I’m gonna spread
And I slay for the trap, and I found my purpose
I was tryna move these grams
Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect
Act like I ain’t gon' be dead
I just been smokin' Gelatto, I got a drill for the hollow
I got a bitch, she a model, she wanna suck it and swallow
my niggas had popped me a bottle
up in them Bentleys, we used to be deep in the Tahoes
I’m the man with the plan, with the bands in my hand
And I still don’t give no fuck
If it’s tellin' your man talkin' 'bout no trust
Rounds, rounds, we let 'em bust
Wanna get wild? Then nigga it’s up
Smoke out the pound, nigga I’m stuck
Them killers around so you can get touched
Fucked this bitch on this perc, yeah, I ain’t even count my meds
Bitch I ain’t likin' how you grip this dirty, niggas tweakin', I’m gonna spread
And I slave for the trap, and I found my purpose
I was tryna move these grams
Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect
Act like I ain’t gon' be dead
Fucked this bitch on this perc, yeah, I ain’t even count my meds
Bitch I ain’t likin' how you grip this dirty, niggas tweakin', I’m gonna spread
And I slay for the trap, and I found my purpose
I was tryna move these grams
Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect
Act like I ain’t gon' be dead
I’m in my bag and my Birkin
Hope you don’t take shit personal
A nigga had to get rich on purpose
Been trying to make shit work with you
Now I’m in, tryna
Born sinner, foreign whipper, Dior prince
Had to switch up my old image, I’m a cold nigga
I was frontlawn with most my hittas, I prolly' roll with you
Pussyhole, who told? You ain’t no different
And when I get in mode, I can feel my soul shiftin'
I been through so much shit, you might feel involved listening
Got a know they wanna give us all sentences
But I’m on a mission, the money gon' come 'cause niggas will risk me
Fucked this bitch on this perc, yeah, I ain’t even count my meds
Bitch I ain’t likin' how you grip this dirty, niggas tweakin', I’m gonna spread
And I slave for the trap, and I found my purpose
I was tryna move these grams
Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect
Act like I ain’t gon' be dead
Fucked this bitch on this perc, yeah, I ain’t even count my meds
Bitch I ain’t likin' how you grip this dirty, niggas tweakin', I’m gonna spread
And I slay for the trap, and I found my purpose
I was tryna move these grams
Had to scrape that pot, did it way too perfect
Act like I ain’t gon' be dead