Lyrics:
everybody put your hands up if you don't wanna get hurt
we don't want any trouble, we don't (no, no)
dollar dollar bills see 'em raining on the curbside
Can't believe it's butter
I Seen a nigga serve his own mother
Won't catch me serve a under cover
Curbside pulled up on a hover (I'm pulling up, I'm
leather's domestic
But she's got the drive to ride by the curbside
And so we get some
Lean me over
Her dress
Blue like a Maserati
No no no navy like corpses
struck, by his real(ly/i)mmature manners
Felt special when he swept her up and dropped her off
At her highschool curbside, jealousy of her glamour
At least
worry bout' is who you be screwing
Why they worry about me?
When I don't worry about them
Why you getting at my roots, yea the stems?
Curbside stomp, in
curbside pickup, pop four
Doordash her twerk, put her to work and I'm making her squirt
Doordash pop percs, I don't feel like moving I'm sipping on syrup
you rollin round the curbside Nigga if I suspect any issues
Hope we aint got a problem
Nigga word to god
Finna have angels come an fetchu
Its a dirty
I’m dripping got all this ice
Look like it raining got puddles outside
Theres a lot of water dripping on the curbside
And I keep a 100 racks by my
up 5
He want war again that nigga must ain't know the first time
Get 'em let the birds out leave 'em at the curbside
nothing, run off in the whip from the outside
World for trying to encourage us to our backslide
Down the hill towards the jaws of a cracked curbside
By
them certified steppers left em curbside
Niggas, stop playing, you can't be my opp, you just a hype man
Facts, some men can die about these diamonds that
nothing, run off in the whip from the outside
World for trying to encourage us to our backslide
Down the hill towards the jaws of a cracked curbside
By
curbstomped on the curbside
How you goin round
With my name in yo mouth
You a bitch ass lame
Gonna kick you ass out
You like to talk a lotta shit
You like
in it Fuck the courtside
And if you need that right now
I hit the curbside
Skirt skirt
Left her skirt up
She pulled them to the side
I'm gone make you
you're curbside
So high forgot that you replied
Let me grab my shit fuck
I'll meet you guys outside
Let's drive through the dead of night
Racing through
Posted outside by the corner
I find you by the bus curbside
Hair all in a bun I could see those eyes
Tears you holdin' back inside
Blind to the fact
Street you niggas curbside
Israelite with a heart like onyx
Eastside Imma product get the money
Eastside getting money no 9 to 5
If my nigga hit my
can't lie
Holy fuck she cry
Why the fuck she lie
On the roadside
Pumping oxide
My homie notified
She in east side
Crying by the curbside
Thinking 'bout
a Birds Eye
Surpassed my peers in the pues up here preaching like it's church time
Grown my group we fill the streets to the curbside
Known for my beats cuz
pass that line I ain't talking no Aaron Donald
Cause we gone eat I ain't talking bout no curbside
But with that other might as well give me yea an apple
they not A.I
Posted where I reside, shooting dice we outside
Deebo you for your bike, uppercut you to the curbside
Just do what I say so
Play it cool
curbside pick up
Step in the party, dicks up
Like Millie, you gays getting ripped up
Playing Pokémon on my motherfucking GameBoy
I'm ill as fuck while you're
ain't worth nothing
Curbside service on whoever I am not bluffing
I just want the chicken scope a SUCKA we like hunting
On his door step like jimmy John's
the best side
On a curbside, she wanna go for a ride
Blast the stereo out to this beat, we on fire
Then she hit me up and said "wassup"
"Wanna meet me in
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