Snatch His Purse

[Intro: BigSmokeChapo, Fluhkunxhkos]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
ATM, ATM, ATM
Whoop
Hop out with them glicks, sticks
Hkunxhkos
Bitch
You know how the fuck I'm bomin', man, Rich Slime Gang shit, nigga
BigSmoke fucking Chapo, nigga
Gang

[Chorus: Fluhkunxhkos, BigSmokeChapo]
I'm riding down Taylor, swervin', servin'
I don't trust these niggas, these niggas too nervous
My young niggas knock shit off on purpose
Catch his favorite rapper lacking, then snatch his purse
Niggas tough on the 'gram but really hoes in person
Mobbin' down your block, all my young niggas purging
Sliding through your block, all my young niggas lurking
In the trap spot and this shit ain't friendly
And they shipping some bags in the bitch
Don't got shit but sticks in this bitch
Might fuck around, send a lick in this bitch
I just shop my clothes, like ten bands a fit
I don't trust your hoe, I'ma fuck her with the glick
I'm in LA with lil' Lone in some Margiela shit
I just pray to Allah for a motherfucking brick

[Verse: Fluhkunxhkos, BigSmokeChapo]
If I get down bad I'ma hit another lick
Run down on a nigga, quickdraw, take his shit
Still sweating on the stove while I whip my wrist
Been getting money, I ain't worried 'bout a bitch
Rich Slime the only gang, nigga, fuck your clique
Still serving j while I'm totin' my stick
Fucknigga it's up
Run down, quickdraw, give that shit up
Run down on a nigga, put that fire on a nigga, pick his ass up
Bitch, let's celebrate, I been layin' on a nigga for some months
Just ran out of drank, hit him with the Robitussin
Smack his ahh with the fire 'til he got a concussion
Got a beam [?]
Got some young niggas with me ready to wrap a nigga up
I want them bands, don't [?]
On gang

[Chorus: Fluhkunxhkos, BigSmokeChapo]
I'm riding down Taylor, swervin', servin'
I don't trust these niggas, these niggas too nervous
My young niggas knock shit off on purpose
Catch his favorite rapper lacking, then snatch his purse
Niggas tough on the 'gram but really hoes in person
Mobbin' down your block, all my young niggas purging
Sliding through your block, all my young niggas lurking
In the trap spot and this shit ain't friendly
And they shipping some bags in the bitch
Don't got shit but sticks in this bitch
Might fuck around, send a lick in this bitch
I just shop my clothes, like ten bands a fit
I don't trust your hoe, I'ma fuck her with the glick
I'm in LA with lil' Lone in some Margiela shit
I just pray to Allah for a motherfucking brick