Lyrics Purple Hearts (feat. LB Spiffy & Hous3 of Commons) - Hoodbaby Peppa

Yeah
Ok Fosho
Yeah, yeah
Purple hearts for my soldiers
Yeah
Ok Fosho

Purple hearts for my soldiers
Lost so many guys
Man I wish it was a dream
Mama found my dope
I told mama ain't what it seems
I just want the commas
But got so much enemies
On god
Pull up and you dead
Keep one in the head
I don't got no friends
On god
Smooth like Jackson
Pull up and I pack him
I get super ratchet
On god

She just wanna fuck
Cause I'm a guy
On god
I just want the commas for my momma
On god
They told my bro he got a kid
On god
Did some shit I wish I never did
On god
You don't want no smoke
You might get smoked just like a backwoods
On the court so much I need a ring
What you think
Pull up on me imma let it rinse
In a blink
On god
GG on me and it ain't for fashion
And my best friend
He keep tellin' me bout karma
I'm immune to violence
So I keep that static
If you diss my guys
Pussy you better have it
Cause on my side niggas, D.I.E
On god

Purple hearts for my soldiers
Lost so many guys
Man I wish it was a dream
Mama found my dope
I told mama ain't what it seems
I just want the commas
But got so much enemies
On god
Pull up and you dead
Keep one in the head
I don't got no friends
On god
Smooth like Jackson
Pull up and I pack him
I get super ratchet
On god

R.I.P brudda nem
Yeah Purple hearts
Yeah for my guys
Yeah we be gunning for em
When it comes to gang gang
Nigga this ain't no one on one
He talking shit down on the gang
Just know we coming for em
She in love with my gang
For my niggas she go give it up
Niggas be lying on they gang
When we see em they be bitchin up
Niggas be moving like that thing up on the glizzy
How they switching up
Yeah they be switching up
Run up on you better give it up
Better give it up
Bro he ain't eat in three days
He don't give no fucks
He don't give no fucks
Gotta get the money three ways
Ain't no giving up
No giving up
Bro he ain't get to see his fame
So we gotta live it up
Gang

Purple hearts for my soldiers
Lost so many guys
Man I wish it was a dream
Mama found my dope
I told mama ain't what it seems
I just want the commas
But got so much enemies
On god
Pull up and you dead
Keep one in the head
I don't got no friends
On god
Smooth like Jackson
Pull up and I pack him
I get super ratchet
On god