Oxy ft. Baby Pure & Glock117 Lyrics

Fewww, Fewww, Fewww, Fewww,

Fewww, Fewww, Fewwww

Unhuh, Unhuh, Unhuh, Unhuhhhhh

I'm In a fast car this bitch do like two hundred make the ground shake

The last niggas played on state we shook it like earthquake

Tell a nigga make a wish and blow that fire like it's his birthday

Bring them switches out for niggas I'm trying to do him in the worse way

Take a trip to LA leave them phones bitch you know what's cracking

Having flashbacks of being at home totting them automatics

Two-three to the dome when I'm alone get high just like a attic-addict

And I ain't with the dissing on no songs let's see who giving static

Bitch

Let's see who getting money since you niggas Rich

Two k just for the striker only come out for a blitz

I seen that shit he said on Facebook

Spin get him hit

And we ain't even leave him dead

He got a twitch

I be cooling

I be booted

I be zotted

Yeahhhh

Pure Exoticss be the movement we don't Fuck with niggas Yeahhhh

I been cool on old friend I'm tired of giving niggas chances

Put a button up on my glock it take one tap ten bullets blasting

I done dropped some real heat up in the streets they say I'm jazzing

Talking to them hustlers on these beats cause i don't be rapping

Trappin spazzin'

All I do is count up blues like ima Maverick

They be haten cause they can't be us On the low they know we having

Different bitch she talking shit can't understand I think she Latin

Living lavish just invested in my bitch cause she do lashes

Posted up outside you want that killer nigga Pull-up

Even when my nose closed i smell a set up nigga good luck

Yellow diamonds on me this ain't piss i call it egg yolk

Every thing we do, we buy it big, we buy it in bulk

Give out all these Ps my people bring it back like yoyo's

Got his lolo i sit back and watch and send foenem inat stolo

Got two pipes up in this Dub bussing serves but I'm Dolo

Niggas goofies i ain't never sold no weed outside of Golo

This a fast car but I be moving slow off the wock

Gottooo hit the line them turkeys in tell em come and cop

Niggas regular these purples jeans with the angel top

Aint no stressing her she temporary like a rental car

Cuz I been stacking shit

Big bro he been blackin bitch

Way before this rapping I anit capping we been having shit

Switch go automatic pick your casket like a birthday fit

I want all the static I ain't hiding we promote the sticks

We trying to walk em down

Tell cuz nem hawk em

Last car hit this block we sent them shots boa we don't play around

Big E he got them pounds

Enough to Go around

You anit smoking pure then that shit weak we got the best in town

Make it to the top no industry cause that shit on the ground

Wanna know the best way you can eat by hold and break it down

Thought the goal was get up out the streets I swear you niggas clowns

Draco with the wood extended clip this bitch shaped like a frown

I'm in his bitch car while

He at work she giving throat

That bitch say she want to fuck

me cuz She knowing I'm the goat

I'm not posting no more guns Niggas

Don't know what I tote

It's Baby Pure for President let's

The hood cast they vote

We bring them switches out for

Niggas just to get em hit

Last nigga played on state he hit the

Curb and damn near flipped

We spent a weekend out in

Memphis we done kilt a whole two zips

Shoot that glock just like im MJ

Tryna bring my team a chip

They selling packs get em gone

Rolling blunts just to the dome

Don't come outside stay at home

Get em stretched for sure he gone