Kid Curry - Goblin Drill v2

Yeah
Aye, aye
Wait, yeah
Let's go, let's go, let's go, bitch!
Aye
I say this shit I ain't cappin'
I say this shit I ain't cappin'
Aye, aye
Broke son, broke son get yo money up
I been getting to the money in a Bentley truck
When I pull up with a choppa they gon' double up
And when I shoot em in the face I don't give a fuck (Wait, wait, yeah)
Everybody treating money like a rival (Let's go)
Getting robbed with a glock and a rifle (Rrra)
Put a crown on my head for da title
Shit sound like it came from the Bible
Feel like Fivio Foreign
When I'm offa the dribble I'm scoring
Too much time at the top
On god this shit getting boring
My teacher said I won't be shit
Cuz I sat in the classroom snoring
But I was busy thinking big
Only focused on what was important (Uh)
Like a prospect, I was living my life like a project, wait
Got options, they gon' see me go up like I'm Offset, hoe
When I'm boxing
Put my opposition in a coffin
Yeah my label told me stay locked in
I cannot put my soul up for adoption, nah
Nah, I ain't like that
Lower ya tone, and fight back
Somebody said I was mid
I think he was wearing a white cap
See what happens when you get close
The oppas don't even arrest me
Stay cooking up heat
Lil bitch I ain't sharing no recipe (Yeah)
I say this shit I ain't capping
Those who be sleeping on me quit yo napping (Okay)
I never talk in the past tense
I'm going up and I ain't never backing (Rrra)
I swear y'all players be lacking
My bitch is foreign I ain't know the accent
These demons they ain't know what's happening
Only spit flames like a skeleton dragon (Wait)
Parking my shit in the Honda
Mess with the gang and we gon' pull up on ya
Man I hate Kanye he cut me off Donda
Used to be boys, but now he an oppa
Started this shit I ain't stopping
Talk about sales, my shit always popping
But you, yo shit always flopping
Call up the block, it's due for some chopping
Look at me I got that cash flow
Stuck living in my shadow
I be cruising in the coupe
130 on the dashboard
Whip looking like a lasso
I might go and run it back tho
Talking like you is the goat
Try to prove it but the facts won't
Man I'm tired of hating on bitches
But now they be pussies they all about snitching
Get all offended they pull out the disses
Way too much beef and they ain't in the kitchen
Saw it coming I ain't even trippin'
From the first day all the tables were tippin'
I stay out the drama I'm spitting and winning
I'm making my mark and I ain't even finished (wait, wait)
Broke son, broke son get yo money up
I been getting to the money in a Bentley truck
When I pull up with a choppa they gon' double up
And when I shoot em in the face I don't give a fuck (Wait, wait, yeah)
Everybody treating money like a rival (Let's go)
Getting robbed with a glock and a rifle (Rrra)
Put a crown on my head for da title
Shit sound like it came from the Bible

Written by:
Arin Kumar

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