Curry (feat. Kujo3)

I already knew niggas wasn't with me Straight up, he ain't talk to me, say what they want niggas want me to fall down
Bitch you know I get back up from everything
I keep guns everywhere I go, where I go
Bitch, I'm posted by the store, by the store
How it go, how it go
In them trenches know this shit get wicked keep your strap around
They can pass like anytime only take one to knock em down
Bitch, I still be on the block, serving bitch im bussing down
How the fuck these niggas gon' take me off top when I got the crown
Still was swerving, we ain't catch em, still was lurking
Nigga know damn well he ain't even built like that, that drake a do him dirty
Lil' bro hanging out that window
Letting off Stephen Curry
Problem child been purging
Living life with no worries
Zaza in my lungs
Can't see where I'm going
Bitch, I'm really gettin' it
Show me what you doin
Don't you be a victim
When I drop the bomb
Niggas tryna ride the wave, these niggas my sons
Shawty wildin' out, bitch, I'm poppin' out Money fallin' out, uh
Make a swallow cock, uh in them bricks, I got my stick for my protection na, uh
Mud inside my cup, be thicker than your gravy, huh
If I take a risk, I fuck up do that shit again
Plenty times them niggas hit, but they was missing then
Had to get from off my ass and get my hustle in
Tell them niggas come and swerve again and we going see who win
We going bend they block with Glocks and we got chops them bitches hot
Ain't no running ducking opps, I'm pouring lean in soda pop
Too much smoke inside my lungs, I might just die from smoking opps
If I pour another cup, might see my kidney falling out
Kujo3 hop on the beat and get jiggy
Name a nigga fucking with me, huh
Nigga stop it, you ain't nothin' special
Cause a pussy nigga, I see plenty
I'm from a place where the pounds gets sold
Ain't no conversation with a rat, boy you told
Stand on business , close your mouth and listen
When that pressure hit, better stay solid, don't fold
I run with that sack like I'm Shady McCoy
Don't play with me, nigga, I'm not your lil boy
That dissing and back and forth I ain't with that talking
Kill it with all of that noise
Cause I'm on that Reposado or the yak
Lil mama keep staring I'm blowing her back
Best keep your hoe in line, she get a taste of Kujo3
She ain't never, ever coming back, uh
But we back on this money shit
20 50 and 100, we thumbing it
Had the rock in your hand, but you fumbled it
Stand on 10 in this bitch ain't no stumbling
We goin' up again
Ain't no competition, give a fuck who we up against
Wave the flight flag cause you niggas is struggling
Feel like Rosay every day, bitch I'm hustling
Got a problem, say it with your chest, why you mumbling
Still was swerving, we ain't catch em, still was lurking
Nigga know damn well he ain't even built like that, that drake a do him dirty
Lil' bro hanging out that window
Letting off Stephen Curry
Problem child been purging
Living life with no worries