Don’t Call Me Curry

[Hook]
Here we go
Waiting on the
Liquor and some bitches at the kick back
I can smell the
Weed on hand
And my pocket with a swish pack
Here we go
Bitches came
Through like a drive thru, (quick!)
Siri gone
Take me to the function, then we gone get lit
21, going on 30, but don't call me curry
I'm just bout, kicking shit
All that other shit for the birdies
Ima sit cool, sip the muddy
Turn a kick back to a party
Watch, twelve gone roll up
Run up out the back like hold up
That shit lit!

[Verse 1]
Here we go, got the essentials, reefer and Henny
Shit might get sticky, smoking on sticky
Have you looking for penny
Or maybe your girl, so don't leave your girl
Around the gang, have her riding a train
Toot toot, bang!
Swishers be leaving them stains (yea, yea)
That type of shit have you fucking with Gaines (yea)
My homies, got mansions, same size the Gwinnett Arena
I leave at the end I don't clean up
Laughing like I'm a hyena
I tell the plug to serve me Serena
Can't see me like I was John Cena
Flat top like Martin no Gina
Make her suck me up so good I tell her enough
I ain't no Emo but I rock all black, smoking a black in the back
Free styling, she like my raps
Everything rhyming like cat in the hat (Johnny Boy Deuce!)

[Hook]
Here we go
Waiting on the
Liquor and some bitches at the kick back
I can smell the
Weed on hand
And my pocket with a swish pack
Here we go
Bitches came
Through like a drive thru, (quick!)
Siri gone
Take me to the function, then we gone get lit
21, going on 30, but don't call me curry
I'm just bout, kicking shit
All that other shit for the birdies
Ima sit cool, sip the muddy
Turn a kick back to a party
Watch, twelve gone roll up
Run up out the back like hold up
That shit lit!

[Verse 2]
Running through the back yard
I just tossed the Backwood, tryna dodge the police
Hopped up in a black car, hundred on the dashboard
We was lit lowkey
I party with the white boys, who party with the black boys
Who party with the white girls, that be twerking like black girls
But when I leave the party had to bring along a fat girl
Cause she gone give me top in the whip
Have you ever had head on the back seat
Riding through Suwanee no taxi
With Devante on the back street
Here we go, looking for
Where the next motherfucking party at
Where the bad bitches , where the hoes at
Where the loud and Bacardi at, Johnny Boy Deuce

[Hook]
Here we go
Waiting on the
Liquor and some bitches at the kick back
I can smell the
Weed on hand
And my pocket with a swish pack
Here we go
Bitches came
Through like a drive thru, (quick!)
Siri gone
Take me to the function, then we gone get lit
21, going on 30, but don't call me curry
I'm just bout, kicking shit
All that other shit for the birdies
Ima sit cool, sip the muddy
Turn a kick back to a party
Watch, twelve gone roll up
Run up out the back like hold up
That shit lit!