[Intro]
We support the Purge
As we do every year
Ready to violate annihilate and cleanse our soul
So we may Purge as we please
[Intro: Fat Trel]
Gang, Meek, you up?
Southside shore
[Verse 1: Fat Trel]
Try me I'm comin' though shootin' sh** me and my young n***a Ludacris
.30 a .50 a 100 clip none of my n***as is new to this
I was just dreamin' of getting it then I woke up and I'm livin' it
Countin' on spending this money you idiot it make no difference
I just say f** all the beefin' and go and get right at the dealership
All of these pictures we takin' I'm thinkin' the police is intrested
I go fly away to a much better day but my b**h say don't mention it
Whats up with that p**y I'm f**in' that p**y I'm s**in' I'm pinching it
Come from the city of Bobby and Whitney my smoke is illiterate
Smokin' the bay while I make me a play and my faces say ignorant
I should pull up on a n***a buck-buck but these n***as not with the sh**
They just be hoping for n***as and b**hes to say what they witnessin'
Five years down I come back around and k** sh**
I should research you I hope it don't hurt you cus you not legitimate
f** is you talkin' bout my young n***as wildin'
My gun go with every thing I don't need no stylist
[Bridge: Fat Trel]
Purge I need a Purge
Purge
Cleanse your soul
[Hook: Fat Trel]
It's 30's on everything got work ?
And you can have all my money if you k** me and find it
They ask why I'm purging and preaching this violence
All I hear is shots, polices and sirens
[Verse 2: Chris Bo]
And I'm on yo a** boy gone cleanse yeah they owe me that
I'm tired of your tough talk you livin' that phony act
He out and he purge too he liein' I know he not
Them ? for f** n***as I see from the zodiac
Running just making it worth got a scope and I'm aiming for ligaments
We deep in the front and the back of your house now thats a predicament
My n***as is stupid retarded yeah I know some b**hes that's ignorant
They know what the f** you just started they want we to slide up and finish it
Nobody can save you not even a good man
AR on the right side machete the bookbag
Red dot on his forehead gone give him a good bath
All black like we ninjas ? foot clan
[Bridge Fat Trel]
I mean this the best time of the year for me
I get to cleanse my soul and just ahh
[Verse 3: Chris Bo]
I just pulled off in the whip with a drum in my flip I could hurt a man
With n***as that don't give a sh**
They gone give you the clips they from murder land
My b**h she geekin' to purge keep tellin' me to give her a chance
Four n***as six drums in the trap but we heavy as sh** in the caravan
Polices done blew up the spot but thats not tonight and I'm lovin' it
I might just search for a glizzy and open this top up and
Purging horny as f** I was thinking bout toppin' in 3rd grade
Only way you won't get shot is you runnin' and hide in a bird cage
[Hook: Fat Trel]
[Verse 4: Chris Bo]
Figured that you ain't bout it where yo triggas at
Talkin' like you all for it but I know you not where you at light a cigarette
I just grab me the biggest shovel I've been cappin way where you livin' at
And I dug you up the biggest hole you can get in that
[Outro]
We can enter any home we want
No force is to hurt you
We don't wanna k** our own
Please just let us Purge