CURSED ft. Lighta Vuitton Lyrics

I been in that kitchen trying to get it right

She know if her shit fire Ima hit it twice

My father caught me cooking

I told him I was whipping rice

That bitch go over too

If you could whip it right

Thinking we aren't getting back

You must be smoking work

We aren't not waving no white flags

We putting his niggas on a shirt

Riding round in this escalade

With my AR it feel like a hearse

My niggas done took so many

Souls you think my hood is cursed

I sold so much (bark)

I swear my trap is cursed

Could fit a lil uzi in this Loui

But it's not a purse

Be damned if my momma

Lost me to the streets or to the beef

Watch Lighta light him up

He was five'ten now he six feet

Whole hood know how I rock nigga

It ain't a Percocet when I slide

This thirty in my Glock nigga

Why they sound like TMZ

Tryna figure out who done shot niggas

Feel like Lil Durk

I grabbed an O and made a block nigga

My city know how I'm coming

Big Balenciaga's on my feet

My opps know how I'm stepping

I don't got to say the street but

Yall know what I'm repping

Point a finger and bro might his cheek

Thats without a question

Switch the car then switch

Another car got to keep them guessing

My youngin love that Draco

But my og keep that Smithen Wesson

My young thug been a Gunna

Slime you out but aint never telling

Break a birdie down we sell no wholes

Only halves and sevens

It's MMM and DOF

Don't give a fuck about what they repping

I was fourteen niggas called me

Light cause I let it flame

I was fourteen cutting 14's

Cooking crack and selling cane

Blood diamonds in these pendants

Cause if you touch them kill them for this chain

I'd rather make your momma cry

Than cause my momma all that pain

I been in that kitchen trying to get it right

She know if her shit fire Ima hit it twice

My father caught me cooking

I told him I was whipping rice

That bitch go over too

If you could whip it right

Thinking we ain't getting back

You must be smoking work

We ain't waving no white flags

We putting his niggas on a shirt

Riding round in this escalade

With my AR it feel like a hearse

My niggas done took so many

Souls you think my hood is cursed