V4:

Huh
Yeah (2x)

Purple haze to my brain
I think i might go insane
I might f*ck on pretty b*tches
But they all just act the same
Remove the digits then i flip it
Then we just playing the game
Boy i rock with a still
And that draco it go bang
.762 and it hit yo brain
Im on the road can't rock with no lame
We on the block turn yo ass to a stain
Im with the drac passed out in the lobby
Young hot n***a call me bobby
I got a drac and it sing like carti
Making that guap its just a hobby
I got the gang strapped up like a army
Shooting that b*tch up we ain't sayin sorry
Put him on the screen like we playing atari
Im on that ass boutta catch me body
AR-15 and it sing like dotty
$chono:

Man i hate bitches
Its time to start issuing stitches
Like im chris brown and snatch the crown
Bitches always down
Sad boy looking like a clown
Bad b*tch from outta town
And we never back down
Why they always frown
All up in my flow
Dont drown, we dont f*ck around

(we dont f*ck around)


Cold Luna:

Coming in like a villain
Ready to f*cking kill
Tell myself that im living
But i could really never feel
This to stick to the mothaf*ckin drill
Pop a pill
Get so high off these percs that i never f*cking feel
Never mothaf*cking chill
Got that urge to f*cking kill
Got my mind on my f*cking mental
And i dont know how the f*ck to feel
Could this sh*t ever repeal
Could they ever keep it real
Just me and the f*cking homies
We just got the urge to kill
Urge to kill (2x)
What you will
What you won't
What you say
How the f*ck you really feel
Got the urge to f*cking kill (4x)