WinnaHawk - purgatory Lyrics

Green, Green, Green, Green, Green, Green, Green
I'm feeling. I'm feeling. I'm feeling. I'm feeling. I'm feeling. I'm feeling
You can't get a message
Hey, what's up

Chromed heart pants shit can't sit on my lap
Outfit cost a couple bands but I can't get into that
You ran off and that's your mans how you living like that
I tried to give y'all boys a chance but I ain't feeling like that

I made more than in advance when I was running them back
Von miller bout them bands, I beat a hoe by bout the sack
Them bitches see me in they fans, geeking all the way in Japan
Konnichiwa, I f*ck your friends

Saint Laurent on my pants, say au revoir when I'm at France
Feel like Jean-Claude Van Damme, bitch, I'm throwing hands
I done lost my damn mind, bitch, I'm spinning bands
On some pants and some vets, you wear reps

You got scammed, i be laughing and pointing at niggas feeling like I'm Cam
I don't lapse in performance, my nigga, this is what I am
She be asking for cash and I be like, bitch, I'm inna jam
She said, I just seen you post a couple bands up on your Instastory

Name, now or later, in my phone, it's self-explanatory
Baby daddy tripping, we'll send that boy to purgatory
Rings on my fist, it cost a team, I feel like Robert horry
Bankroll busting out my pockets, bitches stare like Bobby Portis

Roll, got me throwed, I been sipping, so I'm moving tortoise
But don't think that I'm slipping, nigga, tripping, you can get extorted
Bloody bitch a dime with a nine, plus she five, an, she keep one in her top
Oh my God, I think this bitch a quarter

Turn the f*cking knob, it's getting hot, think we need some water
Jimmy say he gotta dot soon, as it's dark, we finna play the Carter
The whole time could've been avoided if you moved smarter
But ain't no ducking us, you on the bus, we finna blow the marta

Bitch
Green light
Press
What? Huh? Huh