Purple - Ta3$
Written by:TA3$
What color it is
Told my lil b**ch look roll up
She got a attitude like hold up
Sipping on that purple make a ni**a slow up
Smoking on that purp make me go up
Roll up hold up roll up hold up
So many blunts that I think bout to throw up
Call the radio I think I'm bout to blow up
Roll up hold up roll up hold up
So many blunts that I think I'm bout to throw up
Call the radio I think I'm bout to blow up
Yea a ni**a eat pork but I don't f**k with them pigs
So a ni**a chief tree but I don't puff on them cigs
She asked me what's my type told her the 1's
That don't wear them weave or wigs
And not selfish stay humble not digging for gold
And love the kid
But I'm a grown a** dude that hold his own without a lend
With these vicious a** bars my nickname should be Sid
And we trapping new tons and I aingt talking bout no figs
And by we I mean the crew team keep it street
Yea them my ni**s
You can listen to every song got rap figured out can't go wrong
GI'mme some dutches or backwoods
Cause I don't use no f**king bongs
Hit the L take the flow to the yo come up with hits
That make you know we go blow
Booking agents promoters paying stacks for a show damn right
We go go
How bout bet a G that you could never portray me
My ni**as hustle tree while we rock L R G
Don't mistake VA for the lover's state you prolly knew
It was the hustler's state
Getting all this cheese on top of this bread
You would think it came out the factory
Told my lil b**ch look roll up
She got a attitude like hold up
Sipping on that purple make a ni**a slow up
Smoking on that purp make me go up
Roll up hold up roll up hold up
So many blunts that I think I'm bout to throw up
Call the radio I think I'm bout to blow up
Roll up hold up roll up hold up
So many blunts that I think I'm bout to throw up
Call the radio I think I'm bout to blow up
Yea that zip come in a zip sell the mid roll the piff
Smoke a whole zone got a ni**a straight gone off the rip
I be flipping mo than cable I be stuck like a staple
Me and my potna blaze like this it aingt even the 20th of April
My first name aingt Jason but they know that I am da Kidd
Haters ready for me to die cause they know that I does it BIG
Makavelli trapavelli I'm to get high lets watch Belly
This pack that just came in almost same color as some jelly
Old folks call it trash I stuff it in a trash bag
Four Four eight in my whip that's what I call a gas bag
Pound sign add a pound now that's a real hash tag
My lil chick blow me down same way she do a hash bag
How bout bet a G ya sh*t you rolling come with seeds
You heard that I be paranoid cause be growing all these tweeds
Don't mistake VA for the lover's state by now
You should know its the hustler's state
Getting' all this cheese on top of this cake
You would think it came out the factory
Told my lil b**ch look roll up
She got a attitude like hold up
Sipping on that purple make a ni**a slow up
Smoking on that purp make me go up
Roll up hold up roll up hold up
So many blunts that I think I'm bout to throw up
Call the radio I think I'm bout to blow up
Roll up hold up roll up hold up
So many blunts that I think I'm bout to throw up
Call the radio I think I'm bout to blow up