The Purge - ScHoolboy Q, Tyler, The Creator, Kurupt

[Intro: Joy]

My daddy said "Yeah, nigga"

[Chorus: 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

[Refrain: Tyler, The Creator]

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

[Verse 1: 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)

[Chorus: 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

[Refrain: Tyler, The Creator]

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

[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 niggas still freeload

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 condos

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

[Chorus: 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

[Refrain: Tyler, The Creator]

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

[Bridge: ScHoolboy Q]

Bust my gun all by myself

Rock cocaine all by myself

Poured propane all on myself

Go so hard might harm myself

[Refrain: Schoolboy Q]

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga

[Verse 3: 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

She probably sucked 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 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

Papadopoulos neighborhood, rolling 60 balls

Ghetto tribalist, squeezing pussies like octopuses

Nigga, 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 'em

[Chorus: 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

[Refrain: Tyler, The Creator]

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga

Ugh, yeah, nigga