Purpmiya Whole Lotta Lyrics

[Intro]
Yo Im high as f*ck
Yo pour me up real quick
Yea that's it right there
Lemme get that lighter
Im bout to go in

[Verse 1]
This ganja do damage
I turnt to a savage
I read me a passage
Then sent me a package
Got Racks in the baggage
I barely do cameras
I upheld my standards
Il up on you bastards
Ma niggas pop percs
They get up and they blasting
You hiding in church
Then we up on the pastor
Im Finding you first
My aggression ain't passive
I Come to your funeral
And Piss on your casket
Got shit on my plate
Purp get it faster
f*ck minimum wage
Nuts on my fasfa
He wanna fade
He gon get what he ask for
Im in jamaica
Go Get you a passport
How could a tenant
Try flex on the landlord
All these pretty bitches
When i land lord
Im the man now
You a fanboy
Rocking Balmain
With the bands boy
[Chorus]
Whole lotta money in my pocket
I earned that flipped that grip that
Whole lotta bitches didn't give me no play
Now they asking for get back
Whole lotta niggas got lip
Hit a lick
Now you can't get your shit back
Got a whole lotta drip, Don't slip
Got a crib fulla vibes, Issa kickback
Got a Whole lotta this
Whole lotta that
Whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta racks
Whole lotta pimping
Whole lotta facts
Whole lotta yaadis got a whole lotta straps
Whole lotta money in my pocket
I earned that flipped that grip that
Whole lotta bitches didn't give me no play
Now they asking for get back
Got a whole lotta

[Interlude]
In Jamaica we say we have whole heep Whole heep A gal
Whole heep a money
And whole heep a bloodclaat gun
Ya me give them a second verse
[Verse 2]
This grabba do damage
Im counting my cabbage
You niggas is average
I switched up the language
Im talking in karats
Got business to manage
I work on the sabbath
No days off from trapping
My plug talk in spanish
I can't understand him
Just hand him the money
Take of with the package
You f*ck with my paper
I come to wreak havoc
I came from Jamaica
I gotta live lavish
Stick on my waist
I pull it faster
f*ck with my Rasta's
And cause a disaster
Niggas love shooting
But i just chose rapping
Should've chose humble
You went and chose acting
He thought we really stood up just to clap him
Nah my niggas stood up and we clapped him
Now the whole squad balling Im the captain
He got his head blown off for that cappin
[Chorus]
Whole lotta money in my pocket
I earned that flipped that grip that
Whole lotta bitches didn't give me no play
Now they asking for get back
Whole lotta niggas got lip
Hit a lick
Now you can't get your shit back
Got a whole lotta drip, Don't slip
Got a crib fulla vibes, Issa kickback
Got a Whole lotta this
Whole lotta that
Whole lotta bitches
Whole lotta racks
Whole lotta pimping
Whole lotta facts
Whole lotta yaadis got a whole lotta straps
Whole lotta money in my pocket
I earned that flipped that grip that
Whole lotta bitches didn't give me no play
Now they asking for get back
Got a whole lotta