To the Curb
Got a Bad bitch she like real designer
But her body plastic
Got pulled over
And you know
I'm gunna make her stash it
And if you don't
imma up this striker
And you know I blast it
But she did
Now we back at the crib
So it's time for action
Hit her one kicked her out
She like Rich is you serious
Yes I am bitch
I can't cuff you delirious
Tried to go through my phone
It really ain't that serious
Asked her why she did it
She said bae I was curious
But I can't have a no pape having
Controlling bitch
Cuz imma get this money
Have a 41 freezing wrist
Forgot my last bitch left
She said I treat her
Like a piece of shit
She just mad I brought MK to Paks
Bought her a whole kit
Bae I just talk my shit
I don't mean no harm
Lemme take you out to eat
With the AP arm
She wake me up wit the head
I don't need an alarm
Plus I grow my own sour
Yeah I got a farm
New load coming in
Yeah I'm dumping off all the boof
Windows tinted can't see my face
I'm serving out the roof
Opps say it's a problem
So I'm tryna find the fuckin root
When we slide bitches call me
Blocboy cuz I make em shoot
My girl MK
Yeah she got her own ringtone
Remember the first time we fucked
She had my chain on
She wanna be a passenger princess
And tell me go long
And just cuz of that
I might have to put a ring on
Stay in the trap for 30 nights
It can get you rich
Cracking my girl tonight
Don't forget this could be yo bitch
Cuz saw my name in his girl phone
And he had a fit
Bae help me open the trunk
I gotta move this shit
In that black E-lade pushin weight
Imma big mover
Like I play for golden state
It's 30 Gs for a shooter
Tell my girl like she play for Oklahoma
I told her come sooner
I don't really need a foreign car
I just want a tuner
Hoes follow me around
They think they was my caddy
Gotta tell my friends
Don't fuck that bitch
Just got she got a fatty
Boy yo body fake you on roids
Man that shit ain't natty
Let a pretty bitch
Run through the mall
Like I'm her fucking daddy
AR wit the strobe yeah bodies
It done got some
Say you don't love yo life
Let me take it just cuz you a bum
And when yo bitch pull up
She drop that mouth
And it make me cum
I Pull up 3.5 of space runts
But I ain't Babytron
But her body plastic
Got pulled over
And you know
I'm gunna make her stash it
And if you don't
imma up this striker
And you know I blast it
But she did
Now we back at the crib
So it's time for action
Hit her one kicked her out
She like Rich is you serious
Yes I am bitch
I can't cuff you delirious
Tried to go through my phone
It really ain't that serious
Asked her why she did it
She said bae I was curious
But I can't have a no pape having
Controlling bitch
Cuz imma get this money
Have a 41 freezing wrist
Forgot my last bitch left
She said I treat her
Like a piece of shit
She just mad I brought MK to Paks
Bought her a whole kit
Bae I just talk my shit
I don't mean no harm
Lemme take you out to eat
With the AP arm
She wake me up wit the head
I don't need an alarm
Plus I grow my own sour
Yeah I got a farm
New load coming in
Yeah I'm dumping off all the boof
Windows tinted can't see my face
I'm serving out the roof
Opps say it's a problem
So I'm tryna find the fuckin root
When we slide bitches call me
Blocboy cuz I make em shoot
My girl MK
Yeah she got her own ringtone
Remember the first time we fucked
She had my chain on
She wanna be a passenger princess
And tell me go long
And just cuz of that
I might have to put a ring on
Stay in the trap for 30 nights
It can get you rich
Cracking my girl tonight
Don't forget this could be yo bitch
Cuz saw my name in his girl phone
And he had a fit
Bae help me open the trunk
I gotta move this shit
In that black E-lade pushin weight
Imma big mover
Like I play for golden state
It's 30 Gs for a shooter
Tell my girl like she play for Oklahoma
I told her come sooner
I don't really need a foreign car
I just want a tuner
Hoes follow me around
They think they was my caddy
Gotta tell my friends
Don't fuck that bitch
Just got she got a fatty
Boy yo body fake you on roids
Man that shit ain't natty
Let a pretty bitch
Run through the mall
Like I'm her fucking daddy
AR wit the strobe yeah bodies
It done got some
Say you don't love yo life
Let me take it just cuz you a bum
And when yo bitch pull up
She drop that mouth
And it make me cum
I Pull up 3.5 of space runts
But I ain't Babytron
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Writer(s): Anthony Mewborn
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