Got Damn

(专辑： Weed & Instrumental$ 2 - 2016)

[Curren$y:]
Let me smoke one with my dog
Right on Flake Street
Fendi P, Corner Boy P
What you call him

[Cornerboy P:]
Oh shit, oh shit
Bitch you know that's Corner Boy
These hoes, ain't fucking you, cause you a broke boy
Big wheels, riding with a Barbie, in a Tonka truck
Nerf gun, on my lap and no, this is not a toy
Oh shit, I think I'm facing time, shit got me paranoid
Boost Mobile clicking, niggas say he 'bout to [?]
Push the bitch face out my lap, I got to make a play
Undalay, honestly I pray to trap another day
God damn, I went through them bands, I mean like God damn
Blowing gas, all in the air, no I don't fuck with squares
Got damn, put them bands on him, get that nigga murked
His homies ain't gon' do shit for him, but put him on a shirt
God damn, I'm balling, and you hating, that's so pussy
You a pussy, hating on your dog, for pussy, fucking pussy
Always pull your gun and never fucking shoot it
(Never shoot it)
I'm a real Eastside nigga, you can't overlook me
Bring me $4, 500, you could get a P
Don't tell me 'bout no Cali prices, Cali far from here
I'm in the club, with a stick of dope behind my ear
Play legendary, fuck around gon' let it go in here
I came up with some niggas, they feel just like me
Your bitch Deanne said she just wanna put her mouth on me
It's Jet Life, I'm getting money, I flip twice a week
I'm talking Audi G, Beamer G
My scale on me, that's major key
She give me top, my candle lit
I swerve the car, can't handle it
These broke boy's don't want no smoke
I split that nigga cantaloupe
I got bands around the dough
I got french tips on your hoe
Just served by how [?]
They knocking at my momma door
I blacked out in the booth
Don't fucking ask why Spitta signed me fo'