[Verse 1: ?]
Jackboys badly wanna jack me
You know I keep smacking bundles right where the stacks be
Going hard, running that raw like a track meet
You know I ain't got a fucking mile on a rap sheet
But I’m still that rapper, who’s a well known trapper
And blows money because he’s one hell of a bachelor
Hauling and ball-hogging, why try to match him?
I mustard the flow, y’all still trying to catch up
Whip the soft white like a jar of that mayo
Packaging fishscale, with my digital that make you spit a earl
You get the [?], little girl in your world
The white I get out the pipeline, light as a pearl
American Gangster, killer city, Tookie Williams
Y’all beef and jawjack, we just shoot to kill ‘em
On a mission and a nigga ain't stopping me
Trying to invest and gets some niggas front property
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Too many flavors to ever be duplicated
That’s why the ladies get so elated every time they see me
Louie V. beanie, Countach Lamborghini
With a couple of Swedish sweeties rocking string-bean bikinis
Try to pull me over for speeding, I will be leaving
Shawty give me head, in her mouth I will be skeeting
I’m in Italy meeting with models I will be sleeping
Will probably do three of four of those in the evening
After that I’m leaving, back to the United States
Ol’ ass Chevy, brand new paper plates
I’m trying to be a star like the side of my Bathing Apes
I’m headed to the bar, everybody get a taste
Sipping that red wine, smoking them grape vines
Taking pictures for my niggas who off in them cell blocks doing that fed time
Just to show ‘em what I’m living what I’m saying in my rhymes
Jackboys badly wanna jack me
You know I keep smacking bundles right where the stacks be
Going hard, running that raw like a track meet
You know I ain't got a fucking mile on a rap sheet
But I’m still that rapper, who’s a well known trapper
And blows money because he’s one hell of a bachelor
Hauling and ball-hogging, why try to match him?
I mustard the flow, y’all still trying to catch up
Whip the soft white like a jar of that mayo
Packaging fishscale, with my digital that make you spit a earl
You get the [?], little girl in your world
The white I get out the pipeline, light as a pearl
American Gangster, killer city, Tookie Williams
Y’all beef and jawjack, we just shoot to kill ‘em
On a mission and a nigga ain't stopping me
Trying to invest and gets some niggas front property
[Verse 2: Curren$y]
Too many flavors to ever be duplicated
That’s why the ladies get so elated every time they see me
Louie V. beanie, Countach Lamborghini
With a couple of Swedish sweeties rocking string-bean bikinis
Try to pull me over for speeding, I will be leaving
Shawty give me head, in her mouth I will be skeeting
I’m in Italy meeting with models I will be sleeping
Will probably do three of four of those in the evening
After that I’m leaving, back to the United States
Ol’ ass Chevy, brand new paper plates
I’m trying to be a star like the side of my Bathing Apes
I’m headed to the bar, everybody get a taste
Sipping that red wine, smoking them grape vines
Taking pictures for my niggas who off in them cell blocks doing that fed time
Just to show ‘em what I’m living what I’m saying in my rhymes
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