ScHoolboy Q - The Purge Lyrics
[Intro: Joy, Q's daughter]My daddy sell a drug, nigga[Hook: Tyler, The Creator](Bow, bow!) Coming in for yoursNiggas got them choppers and they knocking at your doorThe sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floorWhy you look confused? Motha*****er, this is war[Interlude: Tyler, The Creator]Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, niggaYeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chinThe realest nigga breathing, y'all pretendReal crippy since I hopped off the swingWith my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah)Five shots get rung out, five bodies fallingCome put your lights out, I spark your apartmentDeadline my clothing, don't ***** with Pink DolphinStrap on his hairline, his forehead gets softenedSend extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffinMost niggas would've run away, but me I'm out here walkingBucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesomeNow nah, I ain't on no dolphin, ***** rhyming, I'm crippingNiggas rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marringDoing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't [?]***** your ***** in front of your childrenSteal your whip side of my building, yeahPut my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hairI'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear*****, I'm everywhere and over thereYou die here, let of a bag (YAWK, YAWK)[Hook] + [Interlude][Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]House full of kilo's, sold pound to zero'sCocaine my hero, you ain't you ain't Figg Side, you DeeboAlways asking for the burner light, young niggas still free loadHeart big as my ego, don't fly around my c-noteI'll rearrange your dino, crippy my whole shoesBlue rag deciphers, murder, I'm liable, you get the EiffelAim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the stripe onceWon't get the stripe twice, you niggas half priceWhich means you half off, I'm going AdolfI'm smoking bath salt through sherm sticks, burn this, oohKnock-knock through the condo's, sue her boyfriend for five dollsBut who was cape to your [?] Don't ***** around with me with that jin bangGroovelining, Crip walk the whole aveBelts, still my pants down Chuck Taylors, Cortez's, hush puppiesMy Glock, yeah, ***** buddy, make money, take moneyEarn crack money, drug money, bail moneyHeard they got life for me, ain't got white on meWhen they took that from me, since I had my nose runnyI was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummyYou can ask mommy, grab a body bag, honey, yeah[Hook] + [Interlude][Bridge: Schoolboy Q]Bust mine all by myselfRock cocaine all my myselfPoured propane all on myselfGo so hard might harm myself[Interlude: Schoolboy Q]Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, niggaYeah, nigga, yeah, nigga[Verse 3: Kurupt]Yeah, it's Kurupt young motha*****ing GottiStill rolling in a six, I don't ***** with the BugattiCome up in this motha*****a looking for a *****Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed it on the lipsThe [?], South Central setting themGet roped and choked, poetical tentacles scratchGet roped and choked and rope-a-dope'dExtra overdose of the Oki-dokeGet a nigga smoked, I ain't no jokeTired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk aboutThey walked 'em in, I walked 'em outThey talked 'em in, I chalked 'em outNow ***** back that Ox' and pow, pow, pow, powWalking in South, pistols popping, top is popping offPop a tab in this neighborhood, rode it 60 barsGhetto tribalist, squeezing ***** like octopussiesShow me where the money at, show me where the kush isNext time you see me I'll probably be in the bushesThis is the reasons why I won't be *****ing with pussies like youMe, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we told them[Hook]
