Curse

No competition in this shit, I'm a score, I can't lose

Poke, poke, poke, I'm in the room with all blues

Two-11, four-five-nine, I'ma face up on the news Jail call with stash fight, I'ma lead em to

The clues

Gold Cubans bussdowns She gon' swim with these sharks three AM, wipe down, I make mo money after dark

Squabble up, pack down, we gon' show em how to park

Shitin cash all my life, a light ten, that's a fart

Told the judge I'm sorry, we got used to doing crime

Ten bows in that trap, I'll make your bitch drop a dime

Supreme ski, bipped up, I done got a new shine

Sour taste from that skit, I was all up on the line

Fat chops on deck, I cock back, have sex I'm so foul in this shit, I tell a **** call a ref

Ain't no joints on the floor, I'ma go and drop a check

And if this bitch don't hit me back, I'm probably going to the next

Two **** skii'd up, my driver got his head down

If my gun jam, Jai going for a rebound

He was swimming with the snake, no sharks, them **** been drownt

If my back turnt, gun cock, we gon' spin around

Bloody nose, bloody ****, but who gon' shoot first

Binary five.7, it's gon' give her two birst

Strip team did that, we could've did em so worse

Took the voodoo lady stove, hundred thousand with a curse