Schoolboy Q - The Purge lyrics

(feat. Tyler, The Creator & Kurupt) [Intro: Joy, Q's daughter] My daddy said you're a n***a [Hook: Tyler, The Creator] (Bow, bow!) Coming in for yours n***as got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Mothaf**a, this is war [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] As this G sh** begin, put this product placement on your chin The realest n***a breathing, y'all pretend Real crippy since I hopped off the swing With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah) Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment Deadline my clothing, don't f** with Pink Dolphin Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened Send extras through his chest bones, sh**, he don't need that coffin Most n***as would've run away, but me I'm out here walking Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome Now nah, I ain't on no dolphin, f** rhyming, I'm cripping n***as rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring Doing drive-by's I ain't steering, white Peter Rose, I ain't tearin' f** your b**h in front of your children Steal your whip side of my building, yeah Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear b**h, I'm everywhere and over there You die here, let of a bag (YAWK, YAWK) [Hook] [Interlude] [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] House full of kilo's, sold pound to zero's Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deboed Always asking for the burner light, young n***as still free load Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal I'll re-end your dental, crippy my house shoes Blue rag deciphers, murder I'm liable, you get the Eiffel Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once Won't get the strike twice, you n***as half price Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh Knock-knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the five dues But Hoover respect to you unreg, don't f** around, get that chin banged Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile Belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortez's, hush puppies My Glock, yeah, f** buddy, make money, take money Earn crack money, drug money, bail money Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah [Hook] [Interlude] [Bridge: Schoolboy Q] Bust my gun all by myself Rock c**aine all my myself Poured propane all on myself Go so hard might harm myself [Interlude: Schoolboy Q] Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a [Verse 3: Kurupt] Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothaf**ing Gotti Still rolling in a 6, I don't f** with the Bugatti Come up in this mothaf**a looking for a b**h Probably s**ed on my dick then you kissed it on the lips The [?], South Central setting them Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles scratch Get roped and choked and rope-a-dope'd Extra overdose of the Oki-doke Get a n***a smoked, I ain't no joke Tired of this bullsh** and everything y'all talk about They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out Now co*k back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow) Walking in South, pistols popping, top is popping off Pop a tab in this neighborhood, rode it 60 bars Ghetto tribalist, squeezing p**y like octopussies Show me where the money at, show me where the kush is Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes This is the reasons why I won't be f**ing with pussies like you Me, Tyler and Schoolboy Q, we told them [Hook]