[Verse 1]
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side, that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself, they won’t grind with him
Till they're stuck down the block watching time ticking
I put my little girl up as my display pic
I know it seems like forever but these years go quick
See one minute they love you, then the next minute they hate you
It's cah they never really loved you, i’m in this BMW M3
Known drug dealer, I've got W and B
And I make the trap look trendy
This twenty-two inch, it ain't bendy
Dip him like my brudda Renzy
Feeling like I done turned the whole world against me
And nobody gets me but they all say they got me
They see me with nuttin and they still wanna rob me
Wouldn't put it past me but you wouldn't wanna cross me
Used to be blue courts, headers and volleys
Then you grow up, sold drugs and can't speak on the bodies
I don't do bops but I buss tots with the vossies
And these kids go and buss it like mad dog Johnny
Still Curtis Warren Cocky
Rolling with a pound in my bag like a trolley
And I hate man that always wanna tell stories
I can't really tell when these girls ignore me
I was on the yard in my AJ tracksuit
And on Tyson, I done him like Fury
Tyson, I done him like -
When I was on yard in my AJ tracksuit
On Tyson, I done him like Fury
My young G’s got me, I don’t tell 'em
They roll with nines and thirty-eights and throw elevens
We move music as a form of expression
On the run from this constant depression
God knows why I never learned my lesson
Squad goals, on my ones with my -
Shit
I used to hit the booth with my line kicking
If I hit the other side, that's fried chicken
Gotta get him by himself, they won’t grind with him
Till they're stuck down the block watching time ticking
I put my little girl up as my display pic
I know it seems like forever but these years go quick
See one minute they love you, then the next minute they hate you
It's cah they never really loved you, i’m in this BMW M3
Known drug dealer, I've got W and B
And I make the trap look trendy
This twenty-two inch, it ain't bendy
Dip him like my brudda Renzy
Feeling like I done turned the whole world against me
And nobody gets me but they all say they got me
They see me with nuttin and they still wanna rob me
Wouldn't put it past me but you wouldn't wanna cross me
Used to be blue courts, headers and volleys
Then you grow up, sold drugs and can't speak on the bodies
I don't do bops but I buss tots with the vossies
And these kids go and buss it like mad dog Johnny
Still Curtis Warren Cocky
Rolling with a pound in my bag like a trolley
And I hate man that always wanna tell stories
I can't really tell when these girls ignore me
I was on the yard in my AJ tracksuit
And on Tyson, I done him like Fury
Tyson, I done him like -
When I was on yard in my AJ tracksuit
On Tyson, I done him like Fury
My young G’s got me, I don’t tell 'em
They roll with nines and thirty-eights and throw elevens
We move music as a form of expression
On the run from this constant depression
God knows why I never learned my lesson
Squad goals, on my ones with my -
Shit
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