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  • Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
  • Year of Release:2024

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Start the show, I let my hair low

Let it air, them bullets lock his legs, the Walls of Jericho

Every day, I'm posted in that feel like I'm a scarecrow

Carefully, I pull the strings, it's something like a banjo, aye

I ain't with that foolery, my man'll bust his cantaloupe

I know my opps is sick just like they moms without that tan dope

No Drake song wit Trey Songz

I'm tryna be successful, get a million dollar gated home

You tryna beef just for another one of y'all to never make it home

You thinkin wit yo dick, we get you lined like a waitin zone

Wonder if yo mother know that she done raised a hoe

Aye, them white kids in the burbs, they made me rich, they know I'm thankful for em

Overheard you talkin shit, like, what the fuck you say it for

You really want the vapor, I got shooters that been waitin for it

Many men around here hate us, pussy, when it rains, it pours

How you tryna date her when she ride me like a stable horse

I'm DOT up in my neighborhood the way we changed the course and paved the way

The doubt absorbed, the game we rearrange with force

Up 279 from down the shore and then I take it north

Like, buckle up, we comin hot

ARPs, a hundred shots and lots of weed and drums in Glocks

Like collard greens, we uppin knots

How the fuck your team want beef when all y'all sweet as fuckin butterscotch

And all my killers shootin like photography, no Shutterstock

You would think my youngins in construction how they shovel rocks

Really feel like Franklin wit my dog, that's another chop

I been money makin all my life and I ain't gonna stop

All you see is light and right before, you heard that thunder pop

Brody up the Glock, it's red up on yo head like Chicken Pox

I be blind as hell, if it's a cop, I say my vision lost

Had to drop again cause they was wonderin if I'm him or not

I'm tired of these trappers, quote-unquote, they flexin little guap

And put that lil 50 on the top and think they doin somethin

And my young boy probably Griddy on yo body if he shoot it up

All my opps is super dumb

I can't even use a thumb no more, my shit computer rung

VPN the crypto and compute it up

Yo whore, she gave me super soaker head until I super nut

Huh, now call the Uber up

I got me some crash dummies, type to make yo shooter duck

Said, I can't believe that money made you goofy, you a goober, huh


I got four niggas in black and gold, like you get hit with thunder, like

Okay, see me walkin, fix my glasses, bitch, I'm stuntin

Niggas TV, but I don't watch em, niggas act like buggers

Like the DB, my niggas in the field still got that coverage

I smoke like three P's, that get back, that pressure got me bussin

I'm wit my niggas, we ain't playin games

Lil bro gon really make you duck, said fuck the huntin

Niggas dizzy, I'm on go, bitch, that Grabba I got punchin

Bitch, I'm walkin wit that bag, run this shit like I got bunions

It's no discussion

I'm walkin, trippin on the beat, I'm fried, yeah, I'm like, fuck it

Yeah, it's Lil Curry Man, yeah, I got range, yeah, I got buckets

Niggas cannot feel the pain, but niggas know I'm still gon clutch it

Yeah, I disrupt shit, I say, fuck it, get a bag, put on my cousin

Like a baker, I get dough, yeah, I might pop out with a dozen

And I know they gon' hate me now, but soon gon act like I'm they brother

I'm with Hester, oppers cutler, but I'm fly, fresh out the oven


Bitch, aye

Run up, you get stepped on like a bug

Look at me wrong, you get shot in yo mug

I don't fear these niggas cause we got the same blood

Goin on a drill, .38, yeah the snub, yeah

I'm that nigga in the field Curry talkin bout

I'm that young boy that's gon Griddy on yo body when I chalk it out

I don't do that back and forth, pussy nigga, I'm at yo mama house

These pussy niggas don't even got no bodies, they just talkin loud

Nigga tried to run up on me, uh, so I knocked him down

Wit the, uh, uh, uh, that choppa barking loud, uh

I be smokin' loud, I'm higher than the cloud

I'm bout to hit the fuckin road for a couple pounds

I ain't talkin a couple minutes, I'm talkin a couple miles

I'm quick to creep up on a nigga, I'm sneaky wit a smile

I'll really freak on your bitch like a Black and Mild

Put the switchy on a nigga cause he talkin foul

Uh, uh, nigga

That Mossberg knock a pussy nigga out of bounds

I catch a motherfuckin body then I skip the town

Quick to hop up out yo bush and I won't make a sound

Bitch

You know how the fuck I'm comin, nigga

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