CountPennies - Curry

I be in my zone, fuck it I can't reach the phone
She be texting me on bullshit told her leave me alone
Got that stick on me all times I can't even leave it home
Put one in that nigga dome, fuck it get him gone
I can't step outside the crib without my jewelry on
Beat that case in '016 said fuck you to that jury hoe
We shooting 30's though, just like Curry bro seen them lights all down the street I told him hurry bro

This shit ain't make believe, fuck her then I make her scream
Fuck her then I make her leave, she think that this shit a dream
We spraying niggas like we playing with some silly string
Shoot a nigga make him dance just like he Billie Jean

She not my lover, I just fuck her I could never cuff her
Ain't telling secrets to no bitch we keep shit under covers
Like how you speak behind my back and you say you my brother
I can't turn my back for nothing I put that on my mother

This shit get wicked in the game, all these niggas lame
Heard he be speaking on the gang and that's why he can't hang
He said he want the smoke then fuck it pull up with the flame
Something like the Metaverse how we gone change the game

Cause all my niggas up got cheese like ratatouille
I had to stop myself from that he lucky I ain't do it
I got curry in the clip he lucky I ain't shoot it
I be on the grind nigga I be getting to it

Written by:
John L

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