Curtains

Trappin out the block I sell everything
Fucking on your thot
She like candy cane
You a bitch nigga
You ain't anything
I'm a real nigga
Bitch I'm everything
Main bitch closed the curtains
Tyen I bought a chain
All that fucking ice
Finna heal that pain
Your bitch gimme neck
She'd do anything
You a bitch nigga
You ain't anything

Trappin out the block
I'm selling anything
She got sugar rush
I gave her candy cane
Choppa leave you twichin
Like "he can't be dead"
Two more shots
In case you really playing dead
I had to empty out the clips
Before it's late
I could've died if I didn't
Make that fire rain
You bitch a thot
I drop a song she make it shake
Bitch I don't need no pussy
I juh need the brain

Trappin out the block
I sell Everything
Fucking on your thot
She like candy cane
You a bitch nigga
You ain't anything
I'm a real nigga
Bitch I'm everything
Main bitch closed the curtains
Then I bought a chain
All that fucking ice
Finna heal that pain
Your bitch gimme neck
She'd do anything
You a bitch nigga
You ain't anything

Got that Draco on me
Got that choppa on me
Got that 2k
Finna blast on your fucking homies
Ain't got no opponent
You don't wanna go there
If it's argue you gon do that
With my G4 Roni
The flex is not that regular
The mattress packed with medicine
The Weston master back on that
It might get badly personal
I walk the talk and cock my Glock
And blast like I got a water gun
Trust me you don't wanna fuck with us
You might get hit up for talking up, yuh

Trappin out the block
I sell everything
Fucking on your thot
She like candy cane
You a bitch nigga
You ain't anything
I'm a real nigga
Bitch I'm everything
Main bitch closed the curtains
Then I bought a chain
All that fucking ice
Finna heal that pain
Your bitch gimme neck
She'd do anything
You a bitch nigga
Aou ain't anything



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Writer(s): Boysie Matjila
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