No Chances/Purgin

No Chances:

[Verse]
Like, he gon’ get shot where he standing
Tuck the grip, we ain’t giving no chances
Like, we threw the O up, he panicked
I got the .9, and brodie got the cannon
No mask, I’ma still blam it
Up it on camera, who he tryna dance with?
Oh that’s his mans? The nigga he ran with
Like we keep clickin’, we ain’t trynna jam it
I got the mix, so I came with my chop
I get mines to kick her out the spot
I told brodie, “Meet it at the lot”
Like, I run down, I heard she was the bop
Better not call no nigga from ya block
I see a GBG too, I’ma flock
I’m still runnin’ the crib likе, I’m on hots
Like, who that in that V? I’m with Sha
Like, we wipе his nose if it’s runny
Kay B, gon up it broad day when it’s sunny
Like, how many opps that got lucky?
How many opps took a shot on a bunny?
Grah, how many opps caught a sluggy?
Like, 48 em he think we his buddy
Free Nuski, Leeky, and Jeff Loc’s the cuzzy
Free PJ, shots if he yellin’ out “Muddy”

Purgin’:

[Chorus]
Purgin’ on a bike
Where ya mans? He went out by the knife
Lotti, Notti, its a cyph
Bro get up close, he gon’ show you the light
Like, that’s what he want for his life
I’ma send him bullets, I don’t fight
Red tip bullets barkin’, and they bite
If she don’t tote knocka, then she not my type

[Verse]
Like, bitch I’m with slimes, bug out
Like, bitch I’ma click ‘til it run out
Kay B gon’ up it broad day, when the sun out
Rah, Dubs, Lotti, Dumout
Think we loafin’? We brought the gun out
In the endzone, that’s a touchdown
Free the bros, I can’t wait ‘til they touchdown
Free the opps, they get shot when they come out
Like, first one I spot, I’ma off it
Like, he better fix how he talkin’
Before he get a limp, when he walkin’
Legshot, please don’t get shot, for the wrong bitch
Bro made him throw up and shit, feelin’ nauseous
Spin what? Not Courtlandt
Like, better try that in Morris
Lzz gon hop out the V, and start scoring

[Chorus]
Purgin’ on a bike
Where ya mans? He went out by the knife
Lotti, Notti, its a cyph
Bro get up close, he gon show you the light
Like, that’s what he want for his life
I’ma send him bullets, I don’t fight
Red tip bullets barkin’, and they bite
If she don’t tote knocka, then she not my type