CurbSide

[Intro]
Uh
Cookin Soul

[Verse]
Turbo Saab
They thought it was Money Mitch bitch, no it's not
Ain't runnin', flip the script, paint soda pop
Broke their broad, tan top, Gold BBS's is like some old guy on socks
Fresh as fuck, steppin' out, jammin' still potent
Word to my pops, hit me to music
In so many styles
Shit smokin' like a ashtray full of blackened mouths
Rollin' up our beat down stairs in the wild
I'ma boast, I'm not on the clock
You can tell by my watch
This a Day-Date, a Datejust just ain't the same
I buy those every night and I end up givin' them away
Them niggas ain't doin' shit, they just in the way
Creatin' some space, remindin' your place
Circle smaller, stack taller
Stay honest, we'll all be ballin', I promise

[Outro]
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