Walls Of Jericho ft. Zay Curry & Sneaky Sosama Lyrics
- Genre:Hip Hop & Rap
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
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