Lebron Curry

(album: Sorry For The Auto Tune - 2019)

Jose the Plug
RJ always tripping, man, RJ always tripping, man
Trauma Tone
Man

Glock 23 with the 30, yeah
How the fuck LeBron get with Curry? Damn
I can't bring my hitter 'cause they scared of him
Niggas come around and tuck they jewelry in
Hey, his mama needed money just to bury him
He need five plus one just to carry him
I jumped out the Balmain, I'm in Amiri, yeah
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Eight hours 'til the ten, I told 'em tap me in
Told her chill out in the backseat, she keep panicking
Two more days 'til the package, can you handle it?
So in love with the money, I call it my bitch

Infatuated with it, we taking a risk (Bitch)
Don't come in here too icy, we taking your shit
Don't let a ho say she hoeing, I'm breaking a bitch
Whole crew done got icy, we skating and shit

Hey, narcs hop out, we jumping the fence
Smack the tongue out a bitch if she jumping ship
Ooh, that dope'll crumble up if you make it sit
Ayy, bitch, this card don't slide, you gotta punch it in

I'm smoking white cookie, Off-White hoodie, my Sprite muddy
All green Champagne 6's like money
I done turned the trap to Petco, we selling puppy
Caught his yellow mike from the line because it's jumping

Man, I asked her, "Is we copacetic?"
Don't act confused, you know who did it, boy
It's like I know it now, who gang, come really rolling with me
She like, "I notice now that you ain't got your potion with you"
I got the pole on his head like a Trojan with it
I said, "It feel better when you slow motion with it"

On the phone, with this bitch, her name Mary-Ann
She don't really like to stuff, she like to carry 'em
What happened to that last nigga? Yeah, we buried him
And just to clear up the confusion, we'll slide again

Ooh, fuck around, got them pounds on a carry-on, hey
They talked it to a ship with they scary ho, hey
Nigga's looking for his bitch, we in the money zone, ooh
And them niggas still hot, they in a honeycomb, ooh

Bitch, we got this ice-wear from the money phone
That's my dog that done got your lil' buddy gone
Syracuse, bitch, we ran a hundred zones
Smoking Backwoods, we don't fuck with cones
I was just out the way in a school zone
Didn't give a fuck, we was still getting food gone

Man, kick it off, I run it back just like Peoples-Jones
Boy, you talking too hot, call my other phone
Who that cooking in the kitchen? Think it's Trauma Tone
I told him when he done, leave the oven on
I know you think I'm lying, jeffing on these songs
I told him we the youngest niggas on that O
Don't tell nobody that the money in the floor
When she give me head, I swear it lock my toes
My baby B's whip it, Indiana Jones
Lil B came with a brick, I told him pour some more
Yup, told him pour some more
Lil B came with a brick, I told him pour some more (Man)

Glock 23 with the 30, yeah
How the fuck LeBron get with Curry? Damn
I can't bring my hitter 'cause they scared of him
Niggas come around and tuck they jewelry in
Hey, his mama needed money just to bury him
He need five plus one just to carry him
I jumped out the Balmain, I'm in Amiri, yeah
Exclusive fabric, rock it once and never wear again