Crooked Letter Xavy Rusan (Ft. Curren$y)

[Intro: Curren$y]
Yeah (This that wah-wah)
Yeah
Uh

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Swung by on the call phone, niggas lookin'
Six pots on the stove, everybody cookin'
Just life over hoes, fuck how you took it
I'ma shoot you straight, bro, everybody crooked
Wrist was large but we took it
We not pussy, '61 Impala hydraulics
And new [?], sittin' outside plottin' on how to push it
Tellin' them it's just how Scarface did it

[Verse 1: Xavy Rusan]
These niggas pesimistic, I don't know what for
I hit her three rounds, I could go one more
You never see me stressin', I be fine as it look
You see me pilin' up this paper like I'm bindin' a book
I'm more lavish than your average, get the bеst of the globe
And I made my own lanе, fuck the rest of the road
I've been browsin' through these properties, investin' in gold
I'm God body like the prophecy the messanger told
I'm stretchin' these O's, tabernacle, blessin' they loaves
Probably hit a thousand islands 'fore adressin' these hoes
See him grillin' 'cause he don't know how the recipe goes
But he ain't never fuckin' with me, think it's best that he knows
I'm on point like the end of a statement, I'm gettin' payment
Know that I ain't here for the gossip, I told 'em save it
If I'm in a life then you know that I'm here to change it
She be textin' me that pussy, she told me to rearrange it, I'm like