Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
I'm smoking dope out a vac seal
Ice on my neck I know that feel
Kill a snitch don't let a rat squeel
Dead if I pull out the black steel
Designer my shoes and sidebag
Got it for lower that's my tag
Beans love my dope yeah they buy bags
Ain't even gang and you fly rags
Throwing some hands you might catch you a bullet
Youngins want stripe so they ready to pull it
If they squeeze it they snap and empty a full clip
I'll stay with my gang and you stay with your bullshit
Come to my city you think it's a meal but teenagers be holding and busting that steel
You thinking you'll come up so easy but we treat you greazy
Come with the gsg double the reezy
Take your bitch from the telly to please me
Come from OT you cheese me homie believe me take your whole program
And spend it on clothes and some diamonds to freeze me
I need a drop top so I'm riding breezy my fingers are cold
Like I'm holding a freezie ice got me catching a cold
But I need the flu yeah I'm trying to get queasy
Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
Designer from head to my shoes
Go against me you gone loose
I do whatever I choose
I'm cracking code without clues
Purple my hair in the braids
I'm rocking Versace shades
Yellow diamonds lemonade
Homie you know that I'm paid
Trust my I get it the kush I just lit it gang I be wit it yo bitch I hit it
She like my chains gave the crew brains put dick in her stomach
Till she feeling pains holdin it down for my bros on the range stuck in my ways
I cannot change rubber gloves on I be loading up grains bitch sucking sick
While I'm switching the lanes
Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
ItsDlow - Purple Lyrics
ItsDlow - Purple Lyrics
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Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
I'm smoking dope out a vac seal
Ice on my neck I know that feel
Kill a snitch don't let a rat squeel
Dead if I pull out the black steel
Designer my shoes and sidebag
Got it for lower that's my tag
Beans love my dope yeah they buy bags
Ain't even gang and you fly rags
Throwing some hands you might catch you a bullet
Youngins want stripe so they ready to pull it
If they squeeze it they snap and empty a full clip
I'll stay with my gang and you stay with your bullshit
Come to my city you think it's a meal but teenagers be holding and busting that steel
You thinking you'll come up so easy but we treat you greazy
Come with the gsg double the reezy
Take your bitch from the telly to please me
Come from OT you cheese me homie believe me take your whole program
And spend it on clothes and some diamonds to freeze me
I need a drop top so I'm riding breezy my fingers are cold
Like I'm holding a freezie ice got me catching a cold
But I need the flu yeah I'm trying to get queasy
Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
Designer from head to my shoes
Go against me you gone loose
I do whatever I choose
I'm cracking code without clues
Purple my hair in the braids
I'm rocking Versace shades
Yellow diamonds lemonade
Homie you know that I'm paid
Trust my I get it the kush I just lit it gang I be wit it yo bitch I hit it
She like my chains gave the crew brains put dick in her stomach
Till she feeling pains holdin it down for my bros on the range stuck in my ways
I cannot change rubber gloves on I be loading up grains bitch sucking sick
While I'm switching the lanes
Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
I'm smoking dope out a vac seal
Ice on my neck I know that feel
Kill a snitch don't let a rat squeel
Dead if I pull out the black steel
Designer my shoes and sidebag
Got it for lower that's my tag
Beans love my dope yeah they buy bags
Ain't even gang and you fly rags
Throwing some hands you might catch you a bullet
Youngins want stripe so they ready to pull it
If they squeeze it they snap and empty a full clip
I'll stay with my gang and you stay with your bullshit
Come to my city you think it's a meal but teenagers be holding and busting that steel
You thinking you'll come up so easy but we treat you greazy
Come with the gsg double the reezy
Take your bitch from the telly to please me
Come from OT you cheese me homie believe me take your whole program
And spend it on clothes and some diamonds to freeze me
I need a drop top so I'm riding breezy my fingers are cold
Like I'm holding a freezie ice got me catching a cold
But I need the flu yeah I'm trying to get queasy
Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
Designer from head to my shoes
Go against me you gone loose
I do whatever I choose
I'm cracking code without clues
Purple my hair in the braids
I'm rocking Versace shades
Yellow diamonds lemonade
Homie you know that I'm paid
Trust my I get it the kush I just lit it gang I be wit it yo bitch I hit it
She like my chains gave the crew brains put dick in her stomach
Till she feeling pains holdin it down for my bros on the range stuck in my ways
I cannot change rubber gloves on I be loading up grains bitch sucking sick
While I'm switching the lanes
Smoking a loud pack
Louis V backpack
Purple my braids
Versace my shades
Trust me I want it I get it
5 Star my weed I just lit it
I don't pay mind to no critics
If I leave a body no witness
Writer: Dylan Arlow
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid