Purple Jeans ft. LIL MEAT Lyrics

Glock inside my purple jeans

I been sippin' Wock, Wock, Wock, I'm having purple dreams

Most these folks be lying

Saying that they throwed, don't know what murder mean

I can't have him roun', might slime me out, can't let him hurt the team

Hellcats and Hemi's

We slide back-to-back in scats and get some gone

If you bout to speak on murder, lil bro please don't hit my phone

Ion know nun, Ian even write this song

This right here off the dome

I was already mad, i popped a perc now, I'm back in that zone

I say, I'm back in that mode

He seen that glocky then he froze

We got Wock Hardt by the load

Say free the bros that's down the road

I remember I was broke, now I'm face timing CEO's

I like to walk roun with that heater, i can tell my heart gettin' cold

I had to walk out with that heat

We had that lil boy beatin' his feet

Boy I'm prolly somewhere thuggin, clutchin'

Boy I'm with Lil' Meat

that's my brudda brudda, i know he gon blow some just for me

I was already in that field before I even bought them cleats

Percky got my head gone

Gravesites and headstones

He spoke on the gang, I slime em out, I'll be dead wrong

Baby this my life, know I got boats, you might get led on

(Glock inside my purple jeans)

Glock inside my purple jeans

I been sippin' Wock, Wock, Wock, I'm having purple dreams

Most these folks be lying

Saying that they throwed, don't know what murder mean

I cant have him roun', might slime me out, can't let him hurt the team

Hellcats and Hemi's

We slide back to back in scats and get some gone

If you bout to speak on murder, lil bro please don't hit my phone

Ion know nun, Ian even write this song

this right here off the dome

I was already mad, i popped this perc now, i'm back in that zone

(BLOUW, BLOUW)

Get the fuck down

We just popped like seven other opps, call that a touchdown

Distribution deal, might fuck around and sign to Motown

We just spent they block and ain't see nun', guess it's a ghost town

She see that I'm goin up, she tryna be my hoe now

Give lil' Rod a bag I bet he come back with like 4 thou'

You come through my hood, it's a dead end, you better slow down

Spin yo block in purple jeans, these pants don't mean nun' to me

I can mix it up and go white forces, with some Loui V

Why these niggas out here lying?

Knowing they ain't did nun to me

I come through they block and light it up, just like a Christmas tree

I see why these niggas hatin'

They knowing they can't fuck with me

Glock inside my purple jeans

I been sippin' Wock, Wock, Wock, I'm having purple dreams

Most these folks be lying

Saying that they throwed, don't know what murder mean

I can't have him roun', might slime me out, can't let him hurt the team

Hellcats and Hemi's

We slide back-to-back in scats and get some gone

If you bout to speak on murder, lil bro please don't hit my phone

Ion know nun, Ian even write this song

this right here off the dome

I was already mad, I popped this perc now, I'm back in that zone

(I was already mad, I popped this perc now, I'm back in that zone)