equifax still owes me $125
Roll your motherfuckin' weed up
Pour your motherfuckin' drink up
We finna get lit in this bitch, you feel me?
Yeah
Wave God
Bitch, I been all about cash, I dropped all my hoes I and got to the bag
I never was one to be caught up with fads, I did my own thing, never roll with a pack
No matter what I'm not going out sad, I got a bad bitch with a whole lotta ass
And she got a bad bitch that suck like a vac
Shorty got neck like a fuckin' giraffe
Ay
Switched on the backwoods, I'm smokin' on J's
I really thought I was stuck in my ways
Gave up on bitches and gave up on fakes
The only thing I ain't gave up is them dranks
Bitch, I got drip that could fill up a lake
Started last night and I'm still up today
Them niggas mad, yeah, they feelin' some ways
Don't give a fuck bout what niggas gon' say
Ooh
I'll make you gimme the loot
Quickly, I might end your life with the tool
Never gon' catch me out hidin' my jewels, and not only 'cause I be ridin' with goons
That nigga thought he was fly in them shoes
Till he looked up saw my 9 at his tooth
Y'all niggas shit, I'm so tired of poop
They say you hot but they lying to you
Kept it 2 "Virgils" with all in my circle, now all of my niggas is poppin' like kernels
My money like cheetah you more like a turtle
My wallet like bible you more like a journal
The shit we be smokin' is only that herbal
The shit leave you geeked I ain't talking bout Urkel
I'm runnin' the game and I don't see no hurdles but shit if I did it ain't nothing swerve em
I swear to god, man
We really out here gettin' to the goddamn bag, you know what I'm saying?
Take a second. Pour you another drink
Do what you gotta do
Yeah
Fuck nigga, I got the recipe, yeah
I turned myself to a better me, yeah
My shit is doper than heroin, hydrocodone, Percocet, methamphetamine, yeah
Know there ain't shit you can tell to me, yeah
I'm smokin' broccoli, celery, yeah
Plus I just copped a new truck, it's yellow as fuck, I call that bitch "Cheddar Cheese" yeah
Bitches ain't shit but some hoes and some tricks
I've felt that way since like 2006
She sucked my dick then y'all went home and kissed
Swear to god, if I was you, I'd be pissed
40 I'm drinking, it's cold and it's crisp
Only roll doja ain't rollin' no spliffs
Shorty came over don't know where to sit
I said "what about this?" while I'm holding my dick
Ay
I ain't with the bullshit, if he got beef, hope he know I got a full clip
I be in the streets ridin' round wit a tool kit
Break a nigga down like a gram of the good shit
Pokin' in your woman, I feel like a push pin
If she in the mood, I'ma dive in the pussy
And it's made for me, every time it got a good fit
She told me to pull out, I told her "I couldn't"
Damn
I poured some shots and I threw 'em all back
I rolled some papers and all of 'em fat
Please don't tell PETA, I know they'll be mad
My name "Curiosity", I kill the cat
Them niggas switched up because all of 'em rats
Yeah they all want my cheese and they live in the trash
Don't need em, I promise I'm going right past
On my way to the money and ain't lookin' back
Bitch
Ooh wee
Ran out of breath
Yeah
All of you niggas is really some bitches
All of you snitches, you know you'll get stitches
Chain on my neck, that shit cost like 150
Y'all niggas bitches, I'll aim at your temples
You know what I'm gettin' to
Ooh
That was off the top
Hahaha
Run that back
Pour your motherfuckin' drink up
We finna get lit in this bitch, you feel me?
Yeah
Wave God
Bitch, I been all about cash, I dropped all my hoes I and got to the bag
I never was one to be caught up with fads, I did my own thing, never roll with a pack
No matter what I'm not going out sad, I got a bad bitch with a whole lotta ass
And she got a bad bitch that suck like a vac
Shorty got neck like a fuckin' giraffe
Ay
Switched on the backwoods, I'm smokin' on J's
I really thought I was stuck in my ways
Gave up on bitches and gave up on fakes
The only thing I ain't gave up is them dranks
Bitch, I got drip that could fill up a lake
Started last night and I'm still up today
Them niggas mad, yeah, they feelin' some ways
Don't give a fuck bout what niggas gon' say
Ooh
I'll make you gimme the loot
Quickly, I might end your life with the tool
Never gon' catch me out hidin' my jewels, and not only 'cause I be ridin' with goons
That nigga thought he was fly in them shoes
Till he looked up saw my 9 at his tooth
Y'all niggas shit, I'm so tired of poop
They say you hot but they lying to you
Kept it 2 "Virgils" with all in my circle, now all of my niggas is poppin' like kernels
My money like cheetah you more like a turtle
My wallet like bible you more like a journal
The shit we be smokin' is only that herbal
The shit leave you geeked I ain't talking bout Urkel
I'm runnin' the game and I don't see no hurdles but shit if I did it ain't nothing swerve em
I swear to god, man
We really out here gettin' to the goddamn bag, you know what I'm saying?
Take a second. Pour you another drink
Do what you gotta do
Yeah
Fuck nigga, I got the recipe, yeah
I turned myself to a better me, yeah
My shit is doper than heroin, hydrocodone, Percocet, methamphetamine, yeah
Know there ain't shit you can tell to me, yeah
I'm smokin' broccoli, celery, yeah
Plus I just copped a new truck, it's yellow as fuck, I call that bitch "Cheddar Cheese" yeah
Bitches ain't shit but some hoes and some tricks
I've felt that way since like 2006
She sucked my dick then y'all went home and kissed
Swear to god, if I was you, I'd be pissed
40 I'm drinking, it's cold and it's crisp
Only roll doja ain't rollin' no spliffs
Shorty came over don't know where to sit
I said "what about this?" while I'm holding my dick
Ay
I ain't with the bullshit, if he got beef, hope he know I got a full clip
I be in the streets ridin' round wit a tool kit
Break a nigga down like a gram of the good shit
Pokin' in your woman, I feel like a push pin
If she in the mood, I'ma dive in the pussy
And it's made for me, every time it got a good fit
She told me to pull out, I told her "I couldn't"
Damn
I poured some shots and I threw 'em all back
I rolled some papers and all of 'em fat
Please don't tell PETA, I know they'll be mad
My name "Curiosity", I kill the cat
Them niggas switched up because all of 'em rats
Yeah they all want my cheese and they live in the trash
Don't need em, I promise I'm going right past
On my way to the money and ain't lookin' back
Bitch
Ooh wee
Ran out of breath
Yeah
All of you niggas is really some bitches
All of you snitches, you know you'll get stitches
Chain on my neck, that shit cost like 150
Y'all niggas bitches, I'll aim at your temples
You know what I'm gettin' to
Ooh
That was off the top
Hahaha
Run that back
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