retch - step curry lyrics
[chorus]
uh
i tell ran, “load a beat, then i’m k!llin’ it”
i’m still steppin’ in all this givenchy sh_t
ain’t no jackin’ this style, i invented this
lil’ bro walk up and k!ll ’em, no witnesses
free the bros down the road on they sentences
they gon’ bang on they doors when they hearin’ this
we count racks on the floor, we be clearin’ sh_t
used to shoot with my right when i’m airin’ it
lil’ b_tch text me, she fresh off her period
i’ma dunk like that ball got no air in it
heard you just dropped a tape, i ain’t hear your sh_t
then my man had it on, i ain’t f_ck with it
brand new thirty, i came in the club with it
lover boy, man, i f_ck, then i’m cuffin’ it
the first time let me hit, had to nut in it
used to sell heroin to the public
[verse]
can’t respect disrespect if you subbin’ it
i ain’t show up to court, on the run with it
lamborghini, just me and my son in it
only five, he be all in that foreign sh_t
i got dms from baddies, ignorin’ sh_t
b_tches callin’ my phone and get forwarded
i done ran up these racks, i need more of it
brand new carbon, i might go on tour with it
in a mansion, four stories, your wh0re in it
i’m just talkin’ ’bout my life and recordin’ it
i was born for this sh_t, man, i’m sure of it
model broad, treat her mouth like the orphanage
i ain’t jump for that check when they offered it
i did that on my block, i had dog on it
it was me and my gun, went to war with it
hid that sh_t in a bush, went to court with it
[chorus]
uh
i tell ran, “load a beat, then i’m k!llin’ it”
i’m still steppin’ in all this givenchy sh_t
ain’t no jackin’ this style, i invented this
lil’ bro walk up and k!ll ’em, no witnesses
free the bros down the road on they sentences
they gon’ bang on they doors when they hearin’ this
we count racks on the floor, we be clearin’ sh_t
used to shoot with my right when i’m airin’ it
lil’ b_tch text me, she fresh off her period
i’ma dunk like that ball got no air in it
heard you just dropped a tape, i ain’t hear your sh_t
then my man had it on, i ain’t f_ck with it
brand new thirty, i came in the club with it
lover boy, man, i f_ck, then i’m cuffin’ it
the first time let me hit, had to nut in it
used to sell heroin to the public
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