DJ Patt on the beat
Captain Crunch presents
Free Nell, Free Slikk
Back in the day when a nigga trip six
Now a nigga trip scene on the Internet tip
Let’s talk about the Internet chick
Let me get back on topic (you don’t know what’s happening)
On how Curry was the top pick
To hold the whole sun in his hands ’til he drops hot shit
I got the game interlocked swift in a box sucked in
‘Cause I’m thinking outside of it (you don’t know what’s happening)
That’s how I got a house and a whip
Some niggas shout, “Fuck,” for the cream, floss like a river at the dentist
Lifestyle imaginary who will fuck your image
All you niggas only in it for the motherfucking scrimmage (you don’t know what’s happening)
Put that on lotto mane, why all them niggas all sound the same?
Like pinky, better use your brain
Focus on the past, only make you lame (you don’t even know what’s happening)
Black metal jackets, full metal jackets
Fucking with the kilo like Allen, I’m blasting
Thinking about my passion, I’m sick of being passive
Pastor, you ain’t even got the fucking answers (you don’t know what’s happening)
Kanye West it, Smith & Wesson
Blasting on these motherfuckers ducking like Aflac (ayy)
Here’s to the other slave running for Aztec (ayy, ayy)
On acid, fucking my heart, no batches (ayy, wet)
Ha-ha-hah, ah
Thank you, Curry! Ha-hah
Yuh, yuh
Like a truck with me, do a buck fifty
If she fuck with me, then she stuck with me, mmh
What you doing I’m busting, busting, busting, busting, busting, I’m busting
Pussy nigga cross-eyed, sipping on tussin’
Got a new bitch, sound like Siri, she Russian
She tried to suck and suck my dick just like a musket
You’re my whore, ayy, you’re my whore, ayy
Diamonds they got acne, blackheads, I’m on par
I don’t need your car, I got face card (I got face card), ayy
Diamonds walk it out up on your boulevard
Okay, like, your bitch be killing me, said that she feeling me
Jet like I’m big, that bitch into me, mmh
Pockets, Yo Gotti, they hopped in the Mase’
My chain is a sin ’cause it’s killing me, ayy
My nigga Xen got the pistol piece, uh
My nigga Curry don’t keep the peace, uh
This is the gift that I give to ye, uh
Drown in designer, my necklace piece, bitch
Niggas in the cut who head fucked, ayy
Ayy (ayy), ayy!
Bitch, I do this for my niggas in the cut
Who head fucked up
Ain’t never had to clutch
A pistol we’ll stomp
That nigga will cut
Straight through his jugular
They drag him through that mud
Burn his body up
My niggas don’t move in silence
We in the venue, we riot
Fuck nigga, need I remind you
Xen ain’t no wavy, I’m virus
Spreading the chaos, so layup and stay out the Lambo’
You about to get tucked (tucked)
Talking and bumping them guns
I’m coming in, coming, you pussy get fucked (ayy)
Nigga know that
If and when your pistol loaded
You can never kill a soldier
If it ain’t his time to go yet
Now let that simmer in
‘Cause I been planning it
Who try to bring Xen in
But they just can’t finish him, ayy
Shoutout to my brothers who gon’ fight for they vision
They gotta fight to stay alive in this life we live in, damn
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