stones kurtains (Ft. angelus & ONE YEAR)

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[Intro: kurtains]
Don't fuck with my bros (Don't fuck with me)

[Chorus: kurtains]
Yeah, don't fuck around
'Cause I brought the sticks, I brought the stones
I put the chopper right up to your dome
You know the Chrome, it's bleeding your nose
I ain't got time, for none of these hoes
Pull up with a strap, I'm makin' 'em fold
Makin' 'em dance, makin' them diddy though
Big racks, I stuff in my Fendi bag
Feel like a Xan, hop in my outside
I got a check, checking my vibe out
Running your mouth, end up in a Volvo
Yeah, I'm posted with angelus, all up in a beamer
Yeah, I make 'em run, I make 'em scream, ah

[Verse 1: angelus]
I got the racks, I know that you see it
He want a verse, said he gotta buy it
You want the smoke, then you come and get it
Step on my money, yeah, I'm on the midget
You copped a beat, don't act like we kickin' it
Rub on your head, I know that you feeling this
I got my bands up, yeah, I made it
Off of this gas, I'm feeling so faded
Poppin' first like faded black hair
I got the Moncler on my jacket
He thought he was up, but he used to crack it