Way To Turnt

It's a sacrifice you gotta make
Way to turnt pouring up that purple rain
Pussies crying, bringing that big pain
Bitches on my dick, knowing that I can sing
Killed her son, now she gonna go home and pray

Put her son on a white tee
Going home and fucking on his wifey
Hit a clip, put it on YT
Look at my grills, they on my white teeth
He gon' make me grab my gun
He might make me..

That's the sound my gun make
Come over here and give me that cake
Put him in a easy bake (oven)
And look at the chains, it's so fake
Loving on me, on me

Took your bitch, I'll make it three
Fresh as a bottle of Listerine
In the Benz, smoking a tree
With her friend, I'll flick her bean
On my choppers, got a beam
Did it myself, there's an I in team
Fresh as a pack of gum, I'm clean
My dick in the mouth, that's how it be
Sipping purple, I'm drinking lean
The way I rap, I'm a machine
Kill that boy and flee the scene
Fuck that bitch, no in-between
Wake up and I pop a bean
Took his bitch, you know I mean
And my last hollow point, hit him in his spleen

It's a sacrifice you gotta make
Way to turnt, pouring up that purple rain
Pussies crying, bringing that big pain
Bitches on my dick, knowing that I can sing
Killed her son, now she gonna go home and pray