Stripes Like Burberry

DJ Escomoe City, the coolest DJ on the -' planet (oh)
Escomoe free (oh)

I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might pop a -, yeah, like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', - get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it

Takin' out two hundred at a time, stack it to the ceiling
I got me a brand-new coupe and I took off the ceiling
These boys not, uh, on my level, live on top of the building (yeah)
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah, I ain't got no feelings
In the penthouse playin' with a hundred like woah

Big old bag like woah
Get that cash like woah
Snakes in the grass, got more
Everything I say gon' go
Platinum Rollie, no gold
Told my girl fast and slow
You know how life goes
Man, I got the best, I can't worry
Yeah, I can end your whole history

Looking in my eyes, you see a demon, flames like fury
Just act like everybody in the game, she said that y'all can share me
See I got the foreign cars, my n- got foreigns and you know they is not holdin' s-
See me pullin' up, that boy got a foreign and you know that b- got the ownership
And if I'm in the passenger seat, you know that I got a thirty clip
And look at these n-, they actin' like gangsters, but they really just on some phony s-

See, I been in the field for a long time
Bad b- try to f- on me, I remember when they ain't pay me no mind
I remember when these boys tried to take me off my grind
I remember when these boys said that I would be nothin'
I remember when I had no money and I needed a lil' frontin'
I remember before hundred percent, my boys got the work, had to cut it
I remember I started runnin' this s-, you know I'm gonna keep runnin' it
N-, they mad 'cause I'm still sixteen when it comes to this

I been lookin' at the sun, but can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might pop a - like a wheely, yeah
I'm used to the murder, I'm from Philly
Money man, my money rubber bandin', -get silly
I used to drink the color purple, my plug ain't seal it

I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might nail a bad, bad - like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', - gettin' silly, yeah
I just popped your - like a wheelie, yeah

Got on baguetties like I been surfing, yes, I made it out that dirt
Friends or foes, you never know, put your face on a shirt
Knockin' it straight out the park, yeah, shopping as soon as we land
Sippin' on mud like a trap star, it's a gift, I count my blessings
In the penthouse playing with a hundred like woah

Big old bag like woah
Have a rack go attack like woah
A whole lot of -s on go, a whole lot of -s on go
Platinum chain on glow
How many -s you drop this week?

They'll never let that go
S- gettin' whacked, n- tryna get bands
Streets gettin' bloody for these bands
Too corrupted, you can't be carin'
Hit him in the public, topped him and ran

Floodin' the ice 'cause the pain it take
Need a new safe to hide all this cake, yeah
Due to the fact I hustle, I get litty
Puttin' prices on your head like Frank Nitty, yeah
N-get killed on camera in my city
When I got them bands, I can't worry

I been lookin' at the sun, I can't worry
I'm my mama oldest son, can't get buried
I got stripes in these streets like Burberry
I remember I ain't make a three, now I'm Curry

I might nail a bad, bad - like a hammer, yeah
I'm used to the murders, I'm from Atlanta, yeah
All these bands I'm havin', - gettin' silly, yeah
I just popped your - like a wheelie, yeah

As long as I got these bands, ain't no worries
Make your - my number one fan and rock my jersey
And the way I shoot my shot, oh yes, I'm Curry
I'm my mama oldest child, can't get buried
And a - got more stripes in the streets than Burberry



Credits
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, William Moore, Symere Woods
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