Fat Trel - Purge lyrics

[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