The Purge (feat. Tyler, the Creator and Kurupt)

Joy:

My daddy said drown, nigga

Tyler, The Creator:

(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

Schoolboy Q:

As this G shit begin, put this product placement on your chin

The realest nigga 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 fuck with Pink Dolphin

Strap on his hairline, his forehead gets softened

Send extras through his chest bones, shit, he don't need that coffin

Most niggas 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, fuck rhyming, I'm Cripping

Niggas 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'

Fuck your bitch 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

Bitch, I'm everywhere and over there

You die here, let off a pair (YAWK, YAWK)

(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

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 niggas 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 niggas 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 fuck 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, fuck 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

(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

Schoolboy Q:

Bust my gun all by myself

Rock cocaine all by myself

Poured propane all on myself

Go so hard might harm myself

Yeah, nigga, uh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga, yeah, nigga

Kurupt:

Yeah, it's Kurupt young mothafucking Gotti

Still rolling in a 6, I don't fuck with the Bugatti

Come up in this mothafucka looking for a bitch

Probably sucked on my dick then you kissed her on the lips

The integral, South Central sentinel

Get roped and choked, poetical tentacles stretch

Get roped and choked and rope-a-doped

Extra overdose of the oki-doke

Get a nigga smoked, I ain't no joke

Tired of this bullshit and everything y'all talk about

They walked 'em in, I walked 'em out

They talked 'em in, I chalked 'em out

Now cock back that Oxy (Pow-pow, pow-pow)

Walk inside, pistols popping, top is popping off

Pop a tab in this neighborhood, rolling 60 bars

Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussy like octopuses

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 fucking with pussies like you

Me, Tyler, and Schoolboy Q, we told them

(Pow, pow, pow!) Coming in for yours

Niggas got them choppers and they knocking at your door

The sirens getting louder when the bodies hit the floor

Why you look confused? Mothafucka, this is war