DJ Kurtains

You know what? Fuck you

Hi Dopa, haha

Mommworld presentation

Up in the four, we whipping this ho

Said what is your name, ain't nobody know

They-they talking shit, they step on my toes

Guess they want cancer, guess they want smoke

I got a big gun with a scope

They meet in the ground, they meet in they nose

I-I-I'm pouring a ten, I'm pouring a four

Tha-that was a lie, I cry with the crows

Y-Y-Y-Yeah, they-they like to talk about they Smith and they Wessons

I-I pull up, put that lil' ching in his throat, teach him a lesson

A-a-and I'm coming back, no, I can't fuck with you, o-o-o-o-o

Sittin' there counting thrax, ta-take his fucking shoes

Shut up

Up in the four, we whipping this ho

Said what is your name, ain't nobody know

They-they talking shit, they step on my toes

Guess they want cancer, guess they want smoke

I got a big gun with a scope

They meet in the ground, they meet in they nose

I-I-I'm pouring a ten, I'm pouring a four

Tha-that was a lie, I cry with the crows

I cry with the crows, they want me to fall

They want me to fa-a-a-all

Why you crying too-o-o-o

When you're a ho-o-o-o?

When you are a foe, whe-whe-whe

Thought you were a bird-bird, thought you were a bird

I cry with the crows, they want me to fall

They want me to fa-all

Why you crying too-o-o-o

When you're a ho-o-o-o?

When you are a foe, when you are a foe

Thought you were a bir-i-ird, thought you were a bird-ird

I'm with Kurtains, I'm with Glaive

We on this pack, they want a feat

We got Angel in the VC

He is Mommworld, he is fam

The whole Mommworld in the VC

We gon' fuck all this shit up

Fuck shit up, fuck shit down

Put your face all in the ground

Yeah, shout-out to Jack

I keep the Glicky and he keep the strap

I get the pack and then run it right back

Dripping like water, I'm dripping like tap-tap-tap-tap

Got to keep a gun on me where I go

Got a couple pills in me, whoa

I'm so sad, weed's in my lungs

If you wanna join me, you need to let me know

Yuh, yuh, hello

Walk into the sky, look into my eyes

Yeah, I wanna make her high

Want you to stay for the night

I don't need no glasses, perfect eyesight

I can see through your lies, I don't wanna die tonight

Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh

So many fucking downers in me, I can't get up

Y-Y-Y-Yeah, they-they like to talk about they Smith and they Wessons

I-I pull up, put that lil' ching in his throat, teach him a lesson

A-a-and I'm coming back, no, I can't fuck with you, o-o-o-o-o

Sittin' there counting thrax, ta-take his fucking shoes

Shut up