Purge

[Intro]
(Stribb on the beat)
Ayy
Ayy
For sure

[Verse 1]
C4 'bout to purge, itchin', that's them Percs
Ayy, Bentley hit the curb, uh, swerve, uh
Reason why that bitch won't fuck you, boy, 'cause you's a nerd
I won't fuck that bitch unless Big C4 goin' first, uh
I won't snatch no purse
Strike that check, walk to the ATM, the PIN code first
The business gettin' risky, treat my BINs just like my Percs
Ayy, that mean I ain't sellin' shit 'til I get high off this shit first
Said they need some help, that boy C4 done gone berserk
Ayy, I'm prayin' to El Chapo, I couldn't walk inside no church
Ah, ayy, I swear that nigga got killed 'cause he didn't choosе his choice of words
Six feet under dirt, damn, that shit must hurt
Uh, mixing, matching, see, my shoes is Fеndi, but Gucci my shirt
These niggas out here trippin', he was just with me, they killed Perk
Ayy, say you wanna post up in these trenches, don't be scared
Ayy, I lace up these black Air Force 1s, it's gettin' hot in here
Uh, what you know about C4, C4? Don't forget the last C4
My traphouse like a Cash and Go, in the studio off my Addy rollin'
How the fuck you say you want some smoke, you ain't send no addy, ho?
My girlfriend asked who raised me, said myself, I ain't have no daddy, ho
Pull up, turn him to a donut off the patio
Uh, then Swiss cheese his 'partments
You see that clip through my garments, ayy, ayy
How you wipe his nose so good? That must be Charmin
Nigga, you know I'm trappin' out this bitch, ain't got no job like Tommy, uh
Know I'm firearmin', uh
Don't wan' try me, homie
Breakin' news, it's one more homi'
My friends dead, so they might haunt me
My bitch ain't gon' talk to you, my bitch with the saditty posse
Uh, first night the bitch, then pass her off, tell lil' bro get her off me

[Chorus]
Uh, niggas tryna off me, uh
What's the word with that?
Nigga takin' somethin' from Big 4, ain't heard of that
I'm bringin' murder back
Uh, wherever you try me, baby boy, I guarantee it's where you'll be murdered at
I don't sell 'bows no more, I serve a track
Bimmer, Benzo, or the Track'
C4 been a quarterback
They said they didn't order that
Want some good mix, that's like bringin' Travis Porter back
And we didn't go to McDonalds, but we all had ordered MACs

[Verse 2]
Get a scale, a QP, that's the trap boy starter pack
Ayy, nothin' beat the devil but the trick, 4 started that, uh
Nigga, stop puttin' my words on top they drip, who thought of that?
Uh-uh, dead man, wonder why he can't get his daughter back

[Chorus]
Uh, niggas tryna off me, uh
What's the word with that?
Nigga takin' somethin' from Big 4, ain't heard of that
Uh-uh, I'm bringin' murder back
Uh, wherever you try me, baby boy, I guarantee it's where you'll be murdered at
I don't sell 'bows no more, I serve a track
Bimmer, Benzo, or the Track'
C4 been a quarterback
They said they didn't order that
Want some good mix, that's like bringin' Travis Porter back
And we didn't go to McDonalds, but we all had ordered MACs