Kid Curry - Frenzy

Yeah
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Put you in yo place
Hop out the Bentley, I'm on a frenzy, knives out imma hit you wit a mace
I got on Fendi, you try to copy my style lil bitch I put you in a grave
I shoot a bullet, hit you in yo face
I just be running around like I'm Tay-K, bitch, I think I done caught a case
Aye, I think I done shot a granny aye
She try to ruin my day
My opposition be living in Ramsey
I had to sneak up and come with a fade
Me and my bitch, we share a connection
Some people say it's like Bronny and Wade
He killed my brother so I killed his family
Aye, call that a positive trade
I be with my steppers
I be with my shooters
You still on that boonk gang
You stay with the looters
Only trust my Draco
It blow you like a tuba
Deplete the population so this shit look like Aruba
Now I'm stepping, ooh
All this Chanel I be repping, ooh
Got the police surrounding him
I know that boy he be sweatin, ooh
Yeah, he a fool like Kevin, ooh
He think he funny like 7, ooh
That's what he get for being a snitch, when I tried to shoot up a wedding, ooh
Hold up, hold up, hold up, yeah
I'm in the passenger seat of a Lambo
Blacked out doors it's covered in camo (grrraa)
Loading his gun but he shit outta ammo
Making a run from me like I'm a scarecrow (ta ta ta)
I got a glock and it's got two barrels
Washing my hands I be keeping it sterile
Choppa gon sing', it sound like a carol
Walk in the spot everybody in peril
In danger,
New rover like ranger
I cannot talk to no one
Cuz I cannot talk to strangers
Nah I cannot talk to pussies
Who cannot control they anger (wait, wait)
Just mowed em all down with my choppa
So who is the remainder? (wait, yeah)
Put you in yo place
Hop out the Bentley, I'm on a frenzy, knives out imma hit yo with a mace
I got on Fendi, you try to copy my style lil bitch I put you in a grave
I shoot a bullet, hit you in yo face
I just be running around like I'm Tay-K, bitch, I think I done caught a case
Aye, I think I done shot a granny, aye
She try to ruin my day (rrra)
My opposition be living in Ramsey
I had to sneak up and come with a fade
Me and my bitch, we share a connection, some people say it's like Bronny and Wade
He killed my brother so I killed his family, aye, call that a positive trade
Yeah
Gang shit, yeah we take out yo block
You got a gun but you be such a hoe you won't aim it
Talking shit on the gram, when we find yo house and pull up bitch I know you won't say shit
And you posing with choppas and bullets but I'm betting money that you is a fake bitch
Gotta make sure you dead so I bust in yo crib with a couple of hammers and eight clips
Yeah I pray for your family and friends, they ain't know we's the wrong people to play with
Know you watching above, every second you wish you was watching yo language
Got a beast in my mind, people say maybe it's time that I try to go tame it
But I need me a crown, as far as you know anybody could rise up and claim it

Written by:
Arin Kumar

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