Purpose

Studio trappin' it’s working
No 9−5 I be out lurking
All these tracks I be spitting its worth it
I got paid and these songs it be bursting
For my dead guy I be out searching
Yeah the opps they be inside, they worthless
So they talk in the streets they ain’t purging
We got guns we got ice they be chirping
Studio trappin' it’s working
No 9−5 I be out lurking
All these tracks I be spitting its worth it
I got paid and these songs it be bursting
For my dead guy I be out searching
Yeah the opps they be inside, they worthless
So they talk in the streets they ain’t purging
We got guns we got ice they be chirping
On the 401 yeah we zooming
All my tracks on the charts yeah we booming
My gang, my squad yeah we do this
She a fan why she acting so clueless
All these shawty’s they on me
When I post it she look at my car keys
Some Benz old beamer she want me
My team fucking cold I be saucy
She say the money irrelevant
Getting so much I send just for the hell of it
Don’t do no dope or I’m selling this
Saying she just want a taste of the medicine
Telling that bitch I’m a call
That kind of she never getting it
She say that she love my song but my heart I ain’t never getting it
Some hoes in Iquitos
I just want your mouth girl, not your heart isn’t important
Say I love these expensive I still know I could afford it, I just know that
shit ain’t worth it
So baby you gon' just have to keep working
I can change your life in just one night, give you some purpose
Leave this shit behind and make you blind feel like we perfect
But right now ain’t got time to call you mine so I’m still curving
My whole team we run it up
I feel like she gon' run it even when the top is dropped
Codeine in my cup
You know she keep dancing up until I saying stop
Think I’m in love with the Fanta
Stop being overdramatic
Know when we touch you feel static
Hiding my guap in the attic
Stretching it out on the mat, feeling like Mr. Fantastic (yeah)
Feeling like Mr. Fantastic
Grinding getting cash, yeah she giving head I think we need some more elastics
Got a problem I’m gon' make a call know some people that could make you vanish
Buying your love with designer clothes just a proof that these hoes ain’t gon'
stand us
Giving the bitch what she want then I’m gone and you thought that I really had
manners
Grinding getting cash, yeah she giving head I think we need some more elastics
Got a problem I’m gon' make a call know some people that could make you vanish
Buying your love with designer clothes just a proof that these hoes ain’t gon'
stand us
Giving the bitch what she want then I’m gone and you thought that I really had
manners