Neighborhood Curry

I ain't gone say what I did
Just to run it up
Youngin from the trenches
Fuck around put a hunnid up
Talk bout what you did
But you niggas just ain't done enough
Trynna stay away from this shit
Life been rough enough
I don't lost my dog
To the streets and it hurt me
Youngin on go with the beam
T shirt eem
I done met a bad lil vibe in New Jersey
Ballin on these niggas
I'm the neighborhood curry
Run up them bands for real
Fuck how you feel
None of you niggas is real
I can do this independent
Don't need no deal
I'm from the trenches for real
Know some niggas from the streets
That done squealed
Know some niggas
From the jects to the hills
Hellcat forgiato the rims
I put Fendi on her dress and her heels

I put ice up in my watch
It's a patek
Two hunnid fifty
In my new benz 4matic
Heard a nigga died broad day
It was tragic
Kel tech he gone spray
When he clapping
GLE let's see who couple the fastest
I just stuffed like sixty thou
In the mattress
Met at my show and
We fucked at the cabin
Thick chocolate bitch and
She swear she the baddest
Push up the coupe and a Benz
We push up the coupe and a Benz
I put them racks in the den
I put them pounds in the den
My shooter gone leave with a grin
Whenever I tell him to spin

I ain't gone say what I did
Just to run it up
Youngin from the trenches
Fuck around put a hunnid up
Talk bout what you did
But you niggas just ain't done enough
Trynna stay away from this shit
Life been rough enough
I don't lost my dog
To the streets and it hurt me
Youngin on go with the beam
T shirt eem
I done met a bad lil vibe in New Jersey
Ballin on these niggas
I'm the neighborhood curry
Run up them bands for real
Fuck how you feel
None of you niggas is real
I can do this independent
Don't need no deal
I'm from the trenches for real
Know some niggas from the streets
That done squealed
Know some niggas
From the jects to the hills
Hellcat forgiato the rims
I put Fendi on her dress and her heels



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Writer(s): Kalani Grier
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