Curtis Jackson (Intro) Lyrics

(Tbandz Been had Hits)

Finna go and buy a pound cause I feel like serving

I got a pint of Trish, I don't feel like perpin

I got Jackson in this bitch but I don't feel like Curtis

Spending on my opps in this bitch but I don't feel like searching

Tryna beef with me lil bro, then yo ass got the wrong nigga

Do not try to race with me, lil bro, you got the wrong engine

Signed a deal to myself, now we all winning

We gon' need some fucking toilet paper, how we all shitting

If it's beef with me or a gang, let me know sum

They did not listen to my music untill I blowed up

I got a wood in this bitch, I'm finna roll up

If you ever said you finna slide, you better show up

I don't sip on Wocky, you can buy this pint

If you talking bout them hoes, I count them by the fives

Why they think I'm a rapper, bitch, I got a life

Got a weapon on my fucking hip, if shit get out of line

Drippy in this bitch, might catch me in yo damn section

You a walking lick, so quit doing all that damn flexing

If I ever made yo beat, give me the damn credit

Heard he never had no cheese, he never touched no damn fetish

Heavy weapons on me like the military

Talking all that shit, so we gon' get him buried

He don't want no smoke with us, this shit be getting scary

Uncy ass been going through depression, so he sipping heavy

One chance, one life, one brain, one dream

Shout out to my niggas, I'm gon' blow up on my one team

Now they mad, cause I turned nothing into something

All these niggas hating on the kid, I'm just like fuck em

It's a touchdown when I'm on that field

I'ma need a milli on my desk, I wonder how that feel

Phenin off with Perky, broddy really finna pop that pill

Bruddy brought the wocky in the function, finna pop that seal