Couple A, B, C's, bad bitch double D's. Popping E, I don't give a F, told you I'm a G.

This is the way it goes, this is the way we roll. Cause everyday we on our pesos.

Purple drink, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit. Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit.

Back once again, sipping 'eine, mixed with juice and gin. Bitches in, couple lady friends countin Benjamins.

I'm flexing steel, I'm flexing still, I'm sitting high, I'm tipping slow. I'm Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow.

Them candy cars, I'm coming down, that paint drip, I still tip. That pimp shit, she ain't plan to fuck, I pick her up, I still hit. That's swag, bitch!

See me in the hood the gangsters saying wassup Wassup?

So hood and we so street, sippin on that codeine. We hustle hard no sleep, your bitch loose that's no leash.

Spinners spin, on the 20-twins that Mercedes-Benz. Dividends made a change of plans well that all depends.

Purple swag, purple swag, I'm in the zone, I'm getting throwed. That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes.