Kurt Must Die
Killer Kurt's in this motherfucker... aye
Touch down in your city like I hit the end zone
Focused on the wealth I keep myself on ten toes
I never leave the crib unless I bring a check home
And I'm so up right now I'm leaving bitches in the friend zone
The neck cold, gold embellishments all in the teeth
Press runs, I'm autographing ass and double D's
Pulled up in a spaceship but no we don't come in peace
Please don't make me have to step up out of character my G
Beach house retreats, I'm with the team in Costco Rica
Getting top while sipping on mimosas in the regal
Mob tied, we ride in tinted whips and rock tuxedos
Counting guap and treating niggas bitches like they single
It's up like shingles, ya shawty know the lingo
The butterscotch interior, the rest is matted negro
Dropping jaws, I got 'em looking sick like NeYo
Cause I been on pimp shit since '03 no Greedo
Now envy got 'em all on edge and tryna pop off
I'm really sound asleep while niggas plot to get me knocked off
I do a buck thirty with my blick out past a cop car
But she heard "Time Will Tell" and prolly thought I was a pop star
It's not hard, I just kept my focus on the blueprint
Now we heating up the fucking summer like when June hit
Seven figure salaries and still doing goon shit
Banana clip longer than a motherfucking pool stick
Bossed up, feds prolly think I'm pushing yayo
S-class Ubers' off white just like mayo
Pretty women know me in the Chi' like I'm Fredo
And I did it on my dollie so we screaming fuck a label
Standing on the bred looking down on 'em like big foot
Niggas even blink he fuck around and get his bitch took
Hummer limousine with twenty models and like six crooks
And so much fucking money every stack is stack is standing
Driving like a thief, six speed in the black horse
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
I'm just too elite why the fuck ya nigga mad for
Target on my back, they gon have to send the task force
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
Hundred on my hat, got two hundred on the dashboard
Driving like a thief, six speed in the black horse
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
Touch down in your city like I hit the end zone
Focused on the wealth I keep myself on ten toes
I never leave the crib unless I bring a check home
And I'm so up right now I'm leaving bitches in the friend zone
The neck cold, gold embellishments all in the teeth
Press runs, I'm autographing ass and double D's
Pulled up in a spaceship but no we don't come in peace
Please don't make me have to step up out of character my G
Beach house retreats, I'm with the team in Costco Rica
Getting top while sipping on mimosas in the regal
Mob tied, we ride in tinted whips and rock tuxedos
Counting guap and treating niggas bitches like they single
It's up like shingles, ya shawty know the lingo
The butterscotch interior, the rest is matted negro
Dropping jaws, I got 'em looking sick like NeYo
Cause I been on pimp shit since '03 no Greedo
Now envy got 'em all on edge and tryna pop off
I'm really sound asleep while niggas plot to get me knocked off
I do a buck thirty with my blick out past a cop car
But she heard "Time Will Tell" and prolly thought I was a pop star
It's not hard, I just kept my focus on the blueprint
Now we heating up the fucking summer like when June hit
Seven figure salaries and still doing goon shit
Banana clip longer than a motherfucking pool stick
Bossed up, feds prolly think I'm pushing yayo
S-class Ubers' off white just like mayo
Pretty women know me in the Chi' like I'm Fredo
And I did it on my dollie so we screaming fuck a label
Standing on the bred looking down on 'em like big foot
Niggas even blink he fuck around and get his bitch took
Hummer limousine with twenty models and like six crooks
And so much fucking money every stack is stack is standing
Driving like a thief, six speed in the black horse
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
I'm just too elite why the fuck ya nigga mad for
Target on my back, they gon have to send the task force
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
Hundred on my hat, got two hundred on the dashboard
Driving like a thief, six speed in the black horse
I'm just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for
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Writer(s): Kurt Hazard
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