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purge - kavelly lyrics

[intro: kavelly, stretch]
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?

[verse 1: kavelly]
if i get to diary, i could go bin and feds go home with that content (f*ck’s sake)
at the table, countin’ money with bro, told bae, “i’m at a business conference” (i’m a liar)
3rd settings, down with the nonsense (nah)
she ask if i do this often (yeah)
baby, i’m trappеd in the hustle with no plan b or alternativе option (hahah)
for work on ms for an hour
first*time cats get a £10 voucher
f*ck*off kitchen down in my trousers
straight on*sight if an opp’s encountered (splash)
my lifestyle means i could get grabbed, ‘cah there’s bare pigs around us (true)
straight nfa is the outcome, that’s november, fox or alpha (wait, what?)
cats phone me for the product, ring*ring trap, come purchase yours (brrrt, brrrt)
i’m 3rd set, furthermore, when it’s tag time, put the purge on pause (ayy)
#noconcern for laws, i’m a trapboy, don’t work with fraud (i’m trappy)
girl that’s bad ‘cuz she hold my smoke, that’s a perfect [?] (i am)
bro’s got the shortest temper
ay, they act all p*ssed
in skin, another blade, it’s done with a simple gesture (ching)
2 man, 3 shanks, 1 extra
swing my arm and apply that pressure (uh)
acton bop, let’s conquer
first, let’s slide and make them surrender (gang, gang, gang)
[verse 2: stretch]
man’s on toes when i see feds
jump out the bvc (f*ck [?])
heh, bare man dash, separate from the gang
‘cuz i got things on me (huh?)
fed on the radio, screamin’ he’s in pursuit of an ic3 (huh)
got cut from the blocks, did it bamboozy, it’s ‘cuz i got a tristate free (c’mon)
no way, ain’t tryna go jail
free lil, ‘cuz he got slapped with the bird (free the guys)
goons in the cut, masked up with weapons
got the hut lookin’ like purge (gas)
2 man up on a 125 with a wap and a backpack, doin’ up lurk
ped is a l!ck ting, not a [?] ting
see feds on the road, so i dare you, turn
man’s posted on the sa block
lanky don when he’s in possession
don’t lack on the roads, i protect my soul if i acton bop with the weapon
h*lla blacked out yutes in the night
3rd side yutes be lookin’ like venom (blacked out)
bare dons just talk on the net for attention
in real life, they’re stressin’ (shook)
now, we got sticks to use
no loski, it’s tell a man, “move” (muad)
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 (what?)
‘cah one day, i told her the truth
i take trips and distribute (eh?)
[verse 3: kavelly]
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 (hold that)
i love my tings like [?]
chase yutes down in the field like rugby (yeah)
and if i get away from a fed chase, wow
why? because my performance was lovely (heheh)
trapped for the stacks and the double
9 times 7, that’s grams in a bundle
trapped in the hustle, pardon me (huh?)
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 narcoleptic, too, ‘cuz i’m after p
on your block, man bop with the weapon
bladed article in my possession (don’t lack)
you don’t wanna see my arm extended
acton bop if i see them defendin’ (ayy, ayy)
brown and peng, throwin’ up 3s and as when you see us steppin’ (wagwan?)
feelin’ me up for a thing on my waist, now she askin’ me bare questions (ay, allow that)
organized criminal activity, a [?] to law enforcement and sirens (uh)
i [?] on them on stolen peds, no cbt, no license (no way)
rev, rev that up, we’re glidin’
i’m on the backroads, doin’ up pilot (gang)
if man gets caught, it’s back to court
with a d*ckhead judge like simon (yeah)
[verse 4: stretch]
i lurk with the gang
catch an opp boy on the roads, you know man’s wettin’ him (wettin’ him)
billin’ up lines, trapper get paid
and my n*ggas get cash when we’re gettin’ (get cash)
spent a couple bills on weapons, [?], this beef*this beef ain’t settlin’ (no way)
know that’s [?] with a loaded wap in the bag, what you know about adrenaline? (huh?)
if i see blue lights in the mirror, there’s no lookin’ back, man’s wizzin’ and skrrin’ (skrrt, skrrt)
f*ck jail but free up the guys soon back on the roads, soon back to the servin’ (come on)
my life’s like a movie, i was really in the fields, man’s tryna put corn (yeah)
and nick’s still chattin’ about when i got poked, but that was before (what?)
try do it now and i’ll find where you live
i’ll crash corn at your door (bow, bow)
and if i get caught, i’m sittin’ in courtroom
and i show no remorse (f*ck that)
i got the ting on me, the opp be a target
he be coming like stoney (set the price)
if he’s also his bredrin, he ain’t livin’ all sweet
like, i’ll bang on his codey (knows that)
how you talkin’ work? i wanna say, all the opp boys be comin’ like runners (runners)
billin’ up lines in sa, make sure that i grab them punters (punters)
i take them risks and prosper, man, i been like this from a younger (kway back)
none of us blood related, but i still call my gs brothers (facts)

- kavelly lyrics

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