On Purpose Lyrics

I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye

I flick the wrist on purpose, aye

I'm talking shit on purpose, yup

Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah

I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye

I flick the wrist on purpose, aye

I'm talking shit on purpose, yup

Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah

I spilled the fifth on purpose, offering to my angels

Guiding me to my purpose, steering me from the danger

Tryna subdue my reckless

Don't got a bucket list, Got a 24 hour checklist

It changes every night, I refresh it

Gotta wake up, get fresh, and get laid before the sun sets

Get the number of every girl I see in a sun dress

Get paid, some cash, for some pictures that I posed in

Rings on my hand, my appendages looking frozen, on purpose

I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye

I flick the wrist on purpose, aye

I'm talking shit on purpose, yup

Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah

I fuck ya bitch on purpose, aye

I flick the wrist on purpose, aye

I'm talking shit on purpose, yup

Might hit a lick on purpose, yeah

My; big on purpose

Ain't even have to say it

Can't wear no sweatpants out the crib

You know my shit be swangin

Half my songs I talk my shit

The other half my songs I sang it

Ain't no one on one's, dummy

I'm with my brudda, like the Wayans

He counted me out? Must not be good with numbers

I heard pressure bust pipes, bruh, don't turn me to no plumber

Fuck around and stomp the yard, you prolly ain't know I'm a drummer

They gone hear the clap for miles, sunny day but it was thunder

I'm just, extrapolating possibilities, how could you scare me

You ain't even real to me

You all ecstatic, ain't nun a big deal to me

Cultivating peace and tranquility

When I get my racks up, Gima gon put a grill on me

Go out to eat, put everybody bill on me

Keep a bad boss shawty, like Hillary

Pop champagne, let it spill on me, on purpose

I fuck ya bitch on purpose