Intro

Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up

Crip (you ain't gotta bring it back)

Crip (I got the city man)

Crip crip crip

This that fuckin' Purple M&M (crip, M&M)

Shots fired at your crew,

Wait I want him and him (ayy I want him and him)

Two men down, man somebody call the ambulance (ayy call the ambulance)

Them men died, man they didn't stand a chance (didn't stand a chance)

Let your bitch kiss on the dick like she from France (she slurpin')

She got mad 'cause I went and fucked her friend (I fuck her friend)

Thirty-three up in my pocket, Scottie Pimp (Scottie Pimp, huh)

I knew one day my name would be on a blimp (word, word word word)

Look what you did to me, these are rotisserie (yeah)

Turn you to history, your death a mystery

Same nigga shakin' my hand like they fuck with me (huh?)

Fuckery, fuckery, they didn't fuck with me (word)

Look at this shit ma, look what I started (yeah)

Who would've know that I would be an artist? (yeah)

Who would've known that that check would deposit (word)

I came a long way from rapping out the closet (that's on my mama)

I don't think these pussy niggas better than me (than me)

Clever than me (than me), or I don't know how they level than me

With this rap shit (rap shit), trap shit, I'm on the map bitch

Please don't try me on no jap shit (word),

I up and clap quick (word word word word), ayy

Hah, hah, hah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Purple M&M, ayy I want him and him

I might scratch a nigga ass for they dividends

Crip, crip, crip, crip

Yeah, yeah, yeah yeah yeah yeah

Word, word, word word word

Purple M&M, Purple M&M, Purple M&M