973 (feat. Curry)

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Graa (graa) 973 (like) , 973 (like) 973
Graa (graa), 973 (like), 973 (like)
We the hottest in Passaic County
Lil bro take ya head bounty
I got them snipers and zombies around me like, I'm the king
Crown me, flippin' these drugs they stink bali
Real Za in my pack, this shit smell through the baggy
I heard a few niggas after me
F*ck it lately I been itchin' to leave me a tragedy
Free my cuz he got caught for a banger
They knew them niggas was in danger
Heard these niggas rattin', you ain't gangsta
Weed so loud this shit wake up the neighbors
I'm movin' weight, (anchor), Picasso her face (painter)
I don't take disrespect, lil' nigga you diss on the gang
We send you to your maker, I'm tryna leave a disaster
He tryna run, but these bullets faster
I'm not your regular rapper, nah like I'm not your regular trapper
This is Machete not a regular dagger, nah like I'm not your regular spazzer
Big EBK, anybody get splattered
We get to the steppin, we skip all that chatter (like)
He step, I step, we step
My zombies spin, till everything dead
Right foot, left foot, right foot, we step
Headshot, head tap, we know he dead
Ole' boy got dropped his homie fled like, (like)
How you leavin your man, Kutthroat business, I keep a machete
Poked him with a knife, I watched him bled (watched him bled)
Still tippin', lotta shooters they still grippin
Gotta stay up on your toes, no you can't fold
Cause you know the field wicked
Put some diamonds on the chain, even when it's dark
You can see it still glisten
Shawty bad and she love to lick it
Homie trap cause he love to flip it
I gotta get me a rolls, tryna drive in big
I'm only 20, I don't got a kid
I'm stayin' on it, I wanna get rich
Gotta stay humble, you know I'ma give
That's what you do when you come from the dirt
I put in work and I'm makin' it work
Ain't comin' last, I'm takin' it first
No, I don't play that, tryna put my pops in the Maybach
Right where the doors where I play that
Get the f*ck out, better stay back
Shout out Balencii, he doin' his thing
Shout out to PJ, we killin' the track
Feel like a shooter with limitless range
I'm sayin' it twice and I'm runnin' it back
Soon the whole city gon' be on the map
She know my body, I'm feelin' like torch
Homie get money like trappin' a sport
Feel like John Wick, get you whacked with a fork
I'm at the book, I made em' look
Curry up next, I'm havin' him shook
I watched my boy go from school to a crook
I bring it in, I went high with a hook
I gotta look to my left or my right
Remember I used to get high as a kite
Remember when I used to sell on the bike
I made some bands, it's only right
Yeah, f*ck it, I had to
She want a piece, I'm glad to (give it)
Remember when I coulda had you
Damn, I gotta pass you
Ain't wanna do it, it hurt
But I gotta stay on alert
I never pop me a perk
I'll still put you on a shirt
Im really bringing it raw
I never wait on the call
Cause I gotta get it right now
I can't be waitin' till it fall
He step, I step, we step, my zombies spin
Till everything dead, right foot, left foot, right foot
We step, head shot, head tap, we know he dead
Ole' boy, got dropped, his homie fled (like)
Like, how you leavin' your man?
Kutthroat business, I keep a machete
Poked him with a knife, I watched him bled (watched him bled)

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