James Hunt - The Purge lyrics

[Intro: Joy] My daddy said drown, n***a [Hook: Tyler, The Creator] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours n***as got them choppers and they knocking at your door The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused? Mothaf**a, this is war [Interlude: Tyler, The Creator] Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a [Verse 1: Schoolboy Q] As this G sh** begin, put this product placement on your chin The realest n***a breathing, y'all pretend Real Crippy since I hopped off the swing With my strap, that's my peace offering (Yo, yeah, uh, yeah) Five shots get rung out, five bodies falling Come put your lights out, I spark your apartment Deadline my clothing, don't f** with Pink Dolphin Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened Send extras through his chest bones, sh**, he don't need that coffin Most n***as would've run away, but me I'm out here walking Bucket hat with my shades on, my wardrobe look awesome Now nah, I ain't on no dolphin, f** rhyming, I'm Cripping n***as rap about what I'm living, all this false claiming, I'm marring Doing drive-bys I ain't steering, white funerals, I ain't tearin' f** your b**h in front of your children Steal your whip side of my building, yeah Put my dick and nuts in her mouth, bust in her hair I'm very rare, got my trigger on top of my underwear b**h, I'm everywhere and over there You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK) [Hook] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours n***as got them choppers and they knocking at your door Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused motherf**er? This is war [Interlude] Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a [Verse 2: Schoolboy Q] House full of kilos, sold pound to zeros Cocaine my hero, you in Figg Side, getting Deeboed Always asking for the burner like, young n***as still free load Heart big as my ego, don't fly around my signal I'll rearrange your dental, Crippy my house shoes Blue rag disciples, murder I'm liable, you get the Eiffel Aim out the eyeball, I'm getting violent, I got the strike once Won't get the strike twice, you n***as half price Which means you half off, I'm going Adolf I'm smoking bath salt, two sherm sticks, burn this, ooh Knock-knock through the condo's, Schoolboy from the five deuce But Hoover respect to you unranked, don't f** around, get that chin banged Groovelining, Crip walk the whole mile Blue Belts, still my pants down, Chuck Taylors, Cortezes, hush puppies My Glock, yeah, f** buddy, make money, take money Earn crack money, drug money, bail money Heard they got life for me, but how they got life for me When they took that from me, since I had my nose runny I was out past sunny, had the strap by my tummy You can go and ask mommy, grab a body bag, homie, yeah [Hook] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours n***as got them choppers and they knocking at your door Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused motherf**er? This is war [Interlude] Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a [Bridge: Schoolboy Q] Bust my gun all by myself Rock c**aine all by myself Poured propane all on myself Go so hard might harm myself [Interlude: Schoolboy Q] Yeah, n***a, uh, yeah, n***a Yeah, n***a, yeah, n***a [Verse 3: Kurupt] Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothaf**ing Gotti Still rolling in a 6, I don't f** with the Bugatti Come up in this mothaf**a looking for a b**h She probably s**ed on my dick then you kissed her on the lips The integral, South Central sentinel Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch (ha ha ha ha) Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped Extra overdose of the oki-doke Get a n***a smoked, I ain't no joke Tired of this bullsh** and everything y'all talk about They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out Now co*k back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow) Walk inside, pistols popping, top is popping off Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 balls Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussies like octopuses n***a, show me where the money at, show me where the kush is Next time you see me I'll probably be in the bushes This is the reasons why I won't be f**ing with pussies like you Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told 'em [Hook] (Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours n***as got them choppers and they knocking at your door Sirens gettin' loud when the bodies hit the floor Why you look confused motherf**er? This is war