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Young Thug - The Purge Lyrics

[Intro]
Man fuck them niggas mane (Shawty fresh what it do nigga)
My lane created (Know I do this shit)
I don't give a fuck bout nothing
[?]

[Verse 1: VL Deck & Young Thug]
Call up a 2 and they come with a blick
Full of them tings, got me scratchin' and shit
Way I perform, need my trophy, I'm lit (Where my trophy?)
KOD Friday, we throwed up a brick (I swear)
We got the racks and keep up what we spent (I can't)
Checking for [?], I'm havin' these hits (Havin' hits)
Walk in the club and I pipe up that bitch (Pipe, pipe)
Stand on the table on section 8 shit
Implants, no dentures
I'll make a def nigga listen
RIP Benajmin Franklin
Had to tuck in the chain, it was danglin'
RIP Troupe, I was never a saint
That my bitch and bout her I'ma bang
I had built up this bitch from the ground
I had turned into [?] then I claimed it, yeah

[Chorus: VL Deck]
Ain't nothing like the come up
Gotta stay down till you come up (Till you come up)
I'm feeding my hunger (Hunger nigga)
Down now, I'm upper (Aye)
[Verse 2: Young Thug & VL Deck]
I had just poured up some drank
And I mixed it with Percocets and a Addy
Money calling on my phone
3 or 4 o'clock in the morning she gon' answer
I got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo
I was just drinkin' on [?], ooh
New whip cost a gaffer (gaffer)
Pretty bitch, she a stallion (Stallion)
New bitch, Italian (Italian)
I'm the king of the palace (Palace, this my shit nigga!)
I'm [?] (I'm [?] bitch)
Big racks, I'm fashion (Let's go)
Big sticks for the crashin' (Brrr)
Hustle gang with a passion (Passion)
Quarter brick for a backend (Backend)
Rap game I'm attacking (Raaa)
Are we boastin'? Yeah I'm flashin' (I'm piped up, let's get it nigga)

[Chorus: VL Deck]
Ain't nothing like the come up
Gotta stay down till you come up (Till you come up)
I'm feeding my hunger (Hunger nigga)
Down now, I'm upper (Hey)

[Verse 3: Young Thug & VL Deck]
Kill a crocodile, put it on a purse like a leopard, ooh
White cup, peanut butter seats like a sandwich, yeah
Take the beef, turn the shit to pieces like manwich, yeah
I was born for this shit, nigga
Sex, and where you from? Hittin' licks, nigga
Yeah, I was on [?] hundred crips, nigga
Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (Pussy ass nigga)
Yeah, I can make 'em punch you in your lips (Pussy ass nigga)
Put on a feature, I don't fuck with your clique
I'm in the air like a cockpit (Cockpit)
I make a movie like Netflix (Netflix)
I got them [?], that gas shit (Gas)
You gon' get stepped on, next of your kin (You get it?)
I ain't selfish, both of y'all can share this Mac-10 (Brrrr)
Artillery, I tote, shoot through bricks (Boom-boom-boom-boom)
Chanel, Gucci, [?]
I don't own too many kicks (I ain't got too many kicks)
My skinnies cost a rack but my [?] still sit (Hahaha)
I put that 30 down, lately slidin' with the stick
Let's go
I had just poured up some drank
And I mixed it with Percocets and a Addy
Money calling on my phone
3 or 4 o'clock in the morning she gon' answer
I got my chain out a safe deposit, it was cold as a attic, woo
I was just drinkin' on [?], ooh
200 for her last shits
Send out of town for a ass lift
You behind like a [?]
70 bags in the mattress
Hellcat with the real end
[?], these goat skin
Got a Rollie, need a Patek
10k for my bracelet
Y'all [?] like the Patriots
Codeine sippin' but I waste it
Watching my wave, now they sea sick
I am the best like a draft pick
I'm on they ass like pants, shit
[Outro: Young Thug]
[?] what up?
Yeah!