purgatory

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 fuck 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 fucking 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