Lyrics:

Smoke, Ty Beats
Better do it til we get right, uh

This is for my niggas getting high on the regular
This is for my bitches getting high on the regular

Purple drink, I still sip, purple weed blunt still lit
Real nigga, real bitch, purple swag, that trill shit
Them candy cars, Im coming down, that paint drip, I still tip
That pimp shit, she aint plan to fuck, I pick her up, I still hit
Thats swag, bitch

Everything is purple (Swag)

Purple swag, purple swag, Im in the zone, Im getting throwed
That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes
That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone, I wanna bone
Im getting dome, I took her out, dick in her mouth, she getting on
Im flexing steel, Im flexing steel, Im sitting high, Im tipping slow
Im Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow
(I got these boppas going crazy, they see me coming
Robitussin, quit discussing, ASAP tell these niggas something, swag)