Purge City ft. Trimme Forti Lyrics

Purge city

Iss a murder city

Bitch gon mirk givenchy

Hella lights in my fucking city

Folks still never see me

He say he murda man

Wit weapons

I still can't believe

Run up in my way and not my circle

Can't get started wit me

I want buy yo soul for a bun

That's bout more then any

If you ain't got chips

Then you got cash

Do sum heavy lifting

Bitch burn buckle and sum fifties

It's bout more then pennies

She won't understand the way I'm living

She just drop her panties

Different highlights

Save the good times

I'm wit anything

They like different folks in my own city

Still smoke anything

Only one I fear is my own self

And I do everything

I ain't speak to them in couple months

And they done barely changed

Focus on yo self

And keep yo range

Shit you could barely aim

Purge city

Iss a murder city

Bitch gon mirk givenchy

Yeah

Who finna light em up

No motion, I see that you stuck

Your money pocket change to me nigga

Know some niggas that gon' pocket your chain

All of my niggas keep sayin' you lame

Celebrity pictures now he think he famous

Quit rapping, boy we know you the lamest

Sit back boi you know that I'm A-list

Sippin' on pain bitch

Yeah we sippin' on RED bitch

I do not talk to the FEDS bitch

Opps mad, they been acting like feds bitch

Hit a lick

Celebrate cause' I made me a thou

You don't wanna talk, that glock go POW

He runnin' a lap, he runnin' a mile

I hop in a whip

Exhausts go POW

Feel like Austin Powers

That lil' bitch just gave me power over her

I don't care man If she hurt

When I'm hurt I pop my percs

Bitch, I don't care man If she hurt

I don't care man If she hurt

His & Hers bag for the worst

That bitch said that I'm the worst

But she know that I'm the best that she ever had

That she ever had