Theft Curry ft. 5SB Mufasa Lyrics

Stevo, you know you couldn't leave me off this bitch Nigga, hiding hit him where it hurt

We gon' off his bitch Watch them niggas makin' hatin' jokes when they talkin' shit

Them be the same niggas back doorin' When I say gang, made him lean, they ain't act pouring

He said it's on, beat done whacked a nigga at mortins

Balenciaga's now, we was used to shoppin' at Foreman's

Lil bro ain't gotta do shit, I'ma clap for him

Creed off the walk-by, she sayin' that I smell good

Payment confirmed, block button, can you spell jugg

Sense the police ass shit, I don't sell, dude

Know my dogs finna eat if they smell food

Know my dogs biting down, they ain't into barking

She ain't never seen five till she went in target

Wrapped him in that white sheet, he was pillow talkin

They ain't givin' flowers to you till you in your coffin

Hit the Golden State and brought back eight, I feel like Monte Ellis

Got that front, but scared to move that shit, what you not gon' sell it

See you in that fishbowl and the chop gon' melt it

Load in the car, ain't no smokin', the cops gon' smell it

Bro just bought a K, everybody better get out the way

Ran from who? Aw, he probably talkin' in and out the bank

Dog shit up in my jeans, startin' to make my pocket stank

Bedroom bullying your bitch, feel like Shabba Ranks

Drop a 30-ball in his chase, bitch, I'm Theft Curry

Half in a Fronto, got my chest hurting

Chili Moe, VPN on the net surfin

Let a nigga move foul and I'm tech serving

Plain dressin' ass Lil Boy ain't got no sauce

Me and Drake ride down your block, get it closed off

Shit stickin' out the Glock, longer than a pole vault

STK with Bae I had to tell the waiter, no salt

I get enough from these hatin' niggas

Nigga

Firestar STS, nigga

We the best, nigga, hit him in his chest, nigga

I said pipe in my sweats when I ride down

Bitch it's s Boog if she look, she gettin' piped down

Louis boots in the middle of June, light brown

Quick to coach a bitch, but beat a bitch

Just call me Ike Brown, on gang, nigga

Come on Silk, you know you couldn't leave me off this bitch

ARP with 7.62, shit a Army stick

He say it's up, yup, yup, send a Army blitz

Duck what? That boy ain't Donald, but I quacked his bitch

I'm a city nigga on that bully shit, Ben Wallace

Your nigga cappin', if them prices up, he don't be coppin

Don't be gettin' naked, bitch, I'm only here just for the toppy

If that shit suck, I'm flippin' the script

Make that bitch block me, nigga

I got an Arab bitch, I told her top me, she servin' it up Ahky

Toxic-exotic, love to argue, then fuck in Versace

If we beefin', no discussion, we seein' we poppin

We treat shit like we doctors, nigga

Bitch, I came here with the gang with me

Three-five in a loose leaf

You ain't eatin', you can't hang with me

X on the hoodie cost me eight-fifties

Thick bitch, big lips

I tell lil' mama, leave her face with me

Real shit, nigga

Five-star STS shit

We the best shit, hit him in his chest shit