Purge

[Intro:]
My daddy said, drown, nigga!

[Chorus: Tyler, the Creator]
Pow, pow, pow! Comin' in for yours,
Niggas got them choppers and they knockin' at your door,
The sirens gettin' louder when the bodies hit the floor,
Why you look confused, mothafucka, this is war.
Yeah, nigga! Uh, yeah, nigga!
Yeah, nigga! Uh, yeah, nigga! Uh, yeah, nigga!

[Verse 1: Schoolboy Q]
As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin,
The realest nigga breathin', y'all pretend,
Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing,
With my strap, that's my peace offerin',
Yo, yeah, uh, yeah!
Five shots get rung out, five bodies fallin',
Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment,
Deadline my clothing, don't fuck with Pink Dolphin.
Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened,
Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin,
Most niggas would've run away, but me, I'm out here walkin',
Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome.
Now, nah, I ain't on no dolphin, fuck rhymin', I'm crippin',
Niggas rap about what I'm livin', all this false claimin', I'm marrin',
Doin' drive-bys I ain't steerin', white funerals, I ain't tearin',
Fuck your bitch 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,
Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there,
You die here, let off a pair, yawk, yawk!

[Chorus]

[Verse 2: Schoolboy Q]
House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros,
Cocaine my hero, you in Fig Side, gettin' Deebo'ed,
Always askin' for the burner like, young niggas still free load,
Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal,
I'll rearrange your dental, crippy my house shoes,
Blue rag disciples, murder, I'm liable, you get the Eiffel,
Aim out the eyeball, I'm gettin' violent, I got the strike once,
Won't get the strike twice, you niggas half price,
Which means you half off, I'm goin' Adolf,
I'm smokin' bath salt, two Sherm sticks, burn this, ooh!
Knock-knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the five deuce,
But Hoover respect to you unranked, don't fuck around, get that chin banged,
Groovelinin', Crip walk the whole mile,
Blue belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, Hush Puppies,
My Glock, yeah, fuck 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!

[Chorus]

[Bridge: Schoolboy Q]
Bust my gun all by myself,
Rock cocaine all by myself,
Poured propane all on myself,
Go so hard might harm myself.
Yeah, nigga! Uh, yeah, nigga!
Yeah, nigga! Yeah, nigga!

[Verse 3: Kurupt]
Yeah, it's Kurupt, young mothafuckin' Gotti,
Still rollin' in a 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti,
Come up in this mothafucka lookin' for a bitch,
She probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips.
The integral, South Central sentinel,
Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch.
Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped.
Extra overdose of the oki-doke,
Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke.
Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about,
They walked ‘em in, I walked ‘em out,
They talked ‘em in, I chalked ‘em out,
Now cock back that, Oxy, pow-pow, pow-pow!
Walk inside, pussy poppin', top is poppin' off,
Pop a tab in this neighborhood, rollin' sixty bars,
Ghetto tribalist, squeezin' pussy like octopuses,
Nigga, 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 fuckin' with pussies like you,
Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told them.

[Chorus]