Purge Lyrics – Kavelly
Singer: Kavelly
Title: Purge
Acton bop, let’s conquer
First, let’s slide and make them surrender
No way, ain’t tryna go jail
Free Lil, ‘cuz he got slapped with the bird
I love my tings like
Chase yutes down in the field like rugby
Know that’s with a loaded wap in the bag, what you know about adrenaline?
If I get to, I could go bin and feds go home with that content
At the table, countin’ money with bro, told bae, “I’m at a business conference”
3rd settings, down with the nonsense
She ask if I do this often
Baby, I’m trapped in the hustlе with no Plan B or alternative option
For work on Ms for an hour
First-time cats gеt a £10 voucher
f#ck-off kitchen down in my trousers
Straight on-sight if an opp’s encountered
My lifestyle means I could get bagged, ‘cah there’s bare pigs around us
Straight NFA is the outcome, that’s November, Fox or Alpha
Cats phone me for the product, ring-ring trap, come purchase yours
I’m 3rd Set, furthermore, when it’s tag time, put the purge on wars
#NoConcern for laws, I’m a trapboy, don’t work with fraud
Girl that’s bad ‘cuz she hold my smoke, that’s a perfect
Bro’s got the shortest temper
Ay, they act all pissed
In skin, another blade, it’s done with a simple gesture
2 man, 3 shanks, 1 extra
Swing my arm and apply that pressure
Acton bop, let’s conquer
First, let’s slide and make them surrender
Man’s on toes when I see feds
Jump out the BVC
Heh, bare man dash, separate from the gang
‘Cuz I got things on me
Fed on the radio, screamin’ he’s in pursuit of an IC3
Got cut from the blocks, did it, it’s ‘cuz I got a
No way, ain’t tryna go jail
Free Lil, ‘cuz he got slapped with the bird
Goons in the cut, masked up with weapons
Got the hut lookin’ like purge
2 man up on a 125 with a wap and a backpack, doin’ up lurk
Ped is a lick ting, not a ting
See feds on the road, so I dare you, turn
Man’s posted on the SA block
Lanky don and he’s in possession
Don’t lack on the roads, I protect my soul if I Acton bop with the weapon
Hella blacked out yutes in the night
3rd Side yutes be lookin’ like Venom
Bare dons just talk on the net for attention
In real life, they’re stressin’
Now we got sticks to use
No Loski, it’s tell a man, “Move”
Sawn-off shotty get used
We could’ve put 1, instead, we got 2
Caramel princess movin’ all mad
She fell in love with what I do
‘Cah one day, I told her the truth
I take trips and distribute
She ask what do I do for a livin’
I’m a trapboy, sweetheart, don’t judge me
Ring-ring trap, married to the money
You can be bae if you hold this brucky
I love my tings like
Chase yutes down in the field like rugby
And if I get away from a fed chase,, why?
Because my performance was lovely
Trapped for the stacks and the double
9 times 7, that’s grams in a bundle
Trapped in the hustle, pardon me
Conversations with jarring things
Get the pack done, task complete
Known yute so I don’t do parties, B
Said she wanna chill, request got denied
I’m let it too ‘cuz I’m after P
On your block, man bop with the weapon
Bladed article in my possession
You don’t wanna see my arm extended
Acton bop if I see them defended
Brown and peng, throwin’ up 3s and As when you see us steppin’
Feelin’ me up for a thing on my waist, now she askin’ me bare questions
Organized criminal activity, to law enforcement and sirens
I on them on stolen peds, no CBT, no license
Rev, rev that up when glidin’
I’m on the backroads, doin’ up pilot
If man gets caught, it’s back to court
With a dickhead judge like Simon
I lurk with the gang
Catch an opp boy on the roads, you know man’s wettin’ him
Billin’ up lines, trapper get paid
And my n#gg#s get cash when we’re gettin’
Spent a couple bills on weapons,, this beef-this beef ain’t settlin’
Know that’s with a loaded wap in the bag, what you know about adrenaline?
If I see blue lights in the mirror, there’s no lookin’ back, man’s wizzin’ and skrrin’
f#ck jail but free up the guys soon back on the roads, soon back to the servin’
My life’s like a movie, I was really in the fields, man’s tryna put corn
And Nick’s still chattin’ about when I got poked, but that was before
Try do it now and I’ll find where you live
I’ll crash corn at your door
And if I get caught, I’m sittin’ in courtroom
I show no remorse
I got the ting on me, the opp be a target
He be coming like Stoney
If he’s also his bredrin, he ain’t livin’ all sweet
Like, I’ll bang on his
How you talkin’ work? I wanna say, all the opp boys be comin’ like runners
Billin’ up lines in SA, make sure that I grab them punters
I take them risks and prosper, man, I been like this from a younger
None of us blood related, but I still call my Gs brothers
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