Lyrics Pound of Purrp - Corey Patrick

A pound of purple in my Starter jacket
A Dutchie half-smoked underneath, the fitted cap to match it
I duck for cover, ain't no lighter, I'm a have to match it
My eyes roll back soon as I light it but that's automatic
I seent 'em smell, dirty faces give me satisfaction
I'm on alert 'cause I'm aware they wanna catch me lacking
Looking over my shoulder became a force of habit
Pull up like UPS at your door with that fucking package

Samson with the weed, everybody want a piece
Can I get a little bit of the green? Carry strains that don't carry any seeds
Make you sleep on the couch or even let your hair down like a weave
I'm a lion amongst a bunch of lost sheep, with no Bo Peep
New shit sounding like the old me, tell 'em go peep
Shawty say she love the way I flow my shit so deep
Shawty said she love the way I stroke, I get so deep
Told her throw it back like a nigga in the nosebleeds
Make like your 80, give me all the mouth and no teeth
Need her fix of dick, hit her with it 'til she OD
Let's make a baby, dress it in designer clothing
The pussy soaking, man I swear to God the pussy soaking
She begging so I had to bust it open, now I swear to God that pussy broken
Still smoking, even though my eyes are almost closing
This shit for the team, and I ain't sorry you was dosing
Questions posing, skimming over, looked up right in time to get hit with the bulldozer
Only thing I ever tried to be, that's not me, honestly that's sober
Holler, she come over, fuck if I don't know her
Bitch I'm feeling lucky like an eight leaf clover
Heard you wanted perfect and there ain't no closer
I can give it to you, I can't give you closure
Now she tryna stick because the dick game doper
Girl I rock the boat until the ship turn over
Now she mad 'cause a nigga ignore her
Showed her a good time, why she acting like I owe her
These niggas don't get it, this Gucci, Margiela
This cheddar I get 'cause I use my brain better
You doing it well but I'm doing it better
When I hit the club, bitches get they umbrella
Can't stop the grind, yea they tried, it ain't work
Jamaican boy, I got that sauce, it ain't jerk
Settled discrepancies then got to work
I was high off a bean, he was high off a Perc'
Light up that ganja, put great minds to work
You turn rocks into rubies, make diamonds from dirt
Wanted this so bad back then it still hurts
Sometimes wonder why I'm still on this Earth
Can't get no sleep 'cause the demons, they flirt
But I can't sell my soul 'cause I know what it's worth
Wanted this so bad back then it still hurt
But I can't sell my soul 'cause I know what it's worth