[Chorus: purge!]
Party at the crib, gettin' litty in this bitch (yeah)
Chopper with my Glock, and I got a lil' switch (yeah)
This shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, boy yo shawty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, I'm sure they wanna fight
But I drop I couple digits, now she feelin' alright (yeah)
He blowin' up my phone, asking "What you wanna do?"
So I send a lil' selfie and he said it's on site
Party at the crib, gettin' litty in this bitch (yeah)
Chopper with my Glock, and I got a lil' switch (yeah)
This shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, boy yo shawty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, I'm surе they wanna fight
But I drop I couple digits, now she feelin' alright (yеah)
He blowin' up my phone, asking "What you wanna do?"
So I send a lil' selfie and he said it's on site
Yeah he mad, though he stacked, all the pesos in the bank
Got some cash in my wallet and he thinkin' to attack (yeah)
He schemin' to try, he try to sneak up through the back
You can call me Steve Jobs, yeah I pop him with a Mac
Ayyy, my fade
Got a lil' Glock, you know [?] everyday
Got a lil' latina, she gonna follow all the way
If he messin' with Guap, I'ma call another spray
[Verse 1: IMIS!]
She blow my phone, yeah
I just spent a couple digits on a motherfuckin' Goyard (yeah)
Ray call me, yeah turn ass down
I be so gunny, I'm sick of these stacks (yeah, yeah)
I'm sick of these stacks, lil' bitch wanna test me and go (let's get it)
I'm sick of these stacks, lil' bitch wanna test me and go (let's get it)
When I pull up to the show
She on my dick, yeah I can't do no more
Sick bitch on my phone, when she text me
She doin' so well on her motherfuckin' backseat
Yeah, she's doin' well in her backseat
Slip me up, baby girl, fuck me with a zanny
You wanna pull out, yeah I think you wanna fuck
All this fucking money, yeah bitch you wanna fuck
[Bridge: IMIS!]
Run it up, run it up, run my faith
Pulling out, pulling out, pull out to the day
Bitch, shawty gotta man, don't give that shit away (yeah)
Pussy don't give a fuck, [?]
He don't want it (yeah), he don't want it (yeah)
Yeah, he don't wanna smoke but he got it (yeah)
He don't want it, he don't want it (yeah)
Pussy running away, but [?]
[Verse 2: IMIS!]
Cash in my wallet and I'm going to attack
Got shit up on that depot, say it cause I got a strap
44, 45, yeah, fuck it take a mac
Now I'm waiting for the moment that he slip up with the leg
Got bands for the homies, but it's not [?] shit
Let's kill them in the rack, that's why it ain't fit
What you waitin' for? Pussy wanna pull out to the shit
Get the bag, get a body, get a shawty, kinda lit
[Chorus: purge!]
Party at the crib, gettin' litty in this bitch (yeah)
Chopper with my Glock, and I got a lil' switch (yeah)
This shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, boy yo shawty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, I'm sure they wanna fight
But I drop I couple digits, now she feelin' alright (yeah)
He blowin' up my phone, asking "What you wanna do?"
So I send a lil' selfie and he said it's on site
Party at the crib, gettin' litty in this bitch (yeah)
Chopper with my Glock, and I got a lil' switch (yeah)
This shit might be illegal, but who really gives a shit
We be posted at the crib, boy yo shawty pop a tit
Got the pesos in my bank account, I'm sure they wanna fight
But I drop I couple digits, now she feelin' alright (yeah)
He blowin' up my phone, asking "What you wanna do?"
So I send a lil' selfie and he said it's on site
Yeah he mad, though he stacked, all the pesos in the bank
Got some cash in my wallet and he thinkin' to attack (yeah)
He schemin' to try, he try to sneak up through the back
You can call me Steve Jobs, yeah I pop him with a Mac
Ayyy, my fade
Got a lil' Glock, you know [?] everyday
Got a lil' latina, she gonna follow all the way
If he messin' with Guap, I'ma call another spray
