Curtains
If it's lonely
Imma bring my brothers to the top
Bring em to the top
Bring em to the
I'm drippin
Tidal wave
They tryna ride the wave
Do not
Told them boys do not
Know you better
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Yaji Bandz
Bitch I'm racked the fuck up
Stacked the fuck up
Pack the fuck up
Get a move on
Before I act the fuck up
Kick in the door
And I'm back on my bully
They keep sendin shots
They ain't semi or fully
I got em on ropes
Like I'm strapped with a pulley
It take two to tango
That stick make em boogie
Like uh
That's outta character
Fuck it tho this is America
I'm feelin childish
Don't need a stylist
Draped up in Gucci I'm stylin
Authentic sauce Its Italian
If you get the message
Don't forget to press it
You can study hard
But you won't get to test it
You just gotta stamp it
We can get addressin
Thought he wanted problems
This a different lesson
Please raise ya hand
Cause I'm taking Attendance
I'm Lookin around
For the sickest one in it
You can take a lil time
Cause it's just the beginning
Notorious warriors
Have entered the building
A warrior
Every verse I state is golden
Think that I'm filmin
The way I be rollin
No BS got game like a DS
Or maybe a PS but ain't no controllin
Yeah Yeah
You lil niggas timid
Photoshop gangsta
You fakin ya image
Here go some help,
Imma strengthen ya premise
You after me
That's the order when finished
I got it
I did it
You gotta admit
You gotta acknowledge
Our pockets is different
Still havin fun wit it
I'll give it back when I'm done wit
I'll lead the race
You can run it nigga
If it's lonely imma
bring my brothers to the top
Bring em to the top
I'm drippin
Tidal wave
They tryna ride the wave
Do not
Told them boys do not
Told them boys
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Who is these niggas
Don't know em
The man imma show em
Plants roots in my city then grow em
Show mama what sonnet of Poems
I gotta go get it
I need it
Set goal exceed it
It's more than fuck hoes
And repeat It
The family need it
And I will not let them be cheated
Young malcom I'll by any mean it
Young GOAT shit
No broke shit
Goin def from all that so so shit
No pro shit
Just hoe shit
Not this
Cause it's not yo shit
You Playin
You know I be slayin
We need you to go
And I'm dine in we stayin
So let's get acquainted
You ain't it
It certain
You hurtin
It's over
I'm Droppin the curtains nigga
If it's lonely imma
bring my brothers to the top
Bring em to the top
I'm drippin
Tidal wave
They tryna ride the wave
Do not
Told them boys do not
Told them boys
Imma bring my brothers to the top
Bring em to the top
Bring em to the
I'm drippin
Tidal wave
They tryna ride the wave
Do not
Told them boys do not
Know you better
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Yaji Bandz
Bitch I'm racked the fuck up
Stacked the fuck up
Pack the fuck up
Get a move on
Before I act the fuck up
Kick in the door
And I'm back on my bully
They keep sendin shots
They ain't semi or fully
I got em on ropes
Like I'm strapped with a pulley
It take two to tango
That stick make em boogie
Like uh
That's outta character
Fuck it tho this is America
I'm feelin childish
Don't need a stylist
Draped up in Gucci I'm stylin
Authentic sauce Its Italian
If you get the message
Don't forget to press it
You can study hard
But you won't get to test it
You just gotta stamp it
We can get addressin
Thought he wanted problems
This a different lesson
Please raise ya hand
Cause I'm taking Attendance
I'm Lookin around
For the sickest one in it
You can take a lil time
Cause it's just the beginning
Notorious warriors
Have entered the building
A warrior
Every verse I state is golden
Think that I'm filmin
The way I be rollin
No BS got game like a DS
Or maybe a PS but ain't no controllin
Yeah Yeah
You lil niggas timid
Photoshop gangsta
You fakin ya image
Here go some help,
Imma strengthen ya premise
You after me
That's the order when finished
I got it
I did it
You gotta admit
You gotta acknowledge
Our pockets is different
Still havin fun wit it
I'll give it back when I'm done wit
I'll lead the race
You can run it nigga
If it's lonely imma
bring my brothers to the top
Bring em to the top
I'm drippin
Tidal wave
They tryna ride the wave
Do not
Told them boys do not
Told them boys
Back the fuck up
Back the fuck up
Who is these niggas
Don't know em
The man imma show em
Plants roots in my city then grow em
Show mama what sonnet of Poems
I gotta go get it
I need it
Set goal exceed it
It's more than fuck hoes
And repeat It
The family need it
And I will not let them be cheated
Young malcom I'll by any mean it
Young GOAT shit
No broke shit
Goin def from all that so so shit
No pro shit
Just hoe shit
Not this
Cause it's not yo shit
You Playin
You know I be slayin
We need you to go
And I'm dine in we stayin
So let's get acquainted
You ain't it
It certain
You hurtin
It's over
I'm Droppin the curtains nigga
If it's lonely imma
bring my brothers to the top
Bring em to the top
I'm drippin
Tidal wave
They tryna ride the wave
Do not
Told them boys do not
Told them boys
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Writer(s): N A Jr.
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