Looking Thru The Curtains

[Chorus]
Ey, pull up, pull up
I had the [?] like cookup
Sippin’ on drank, I’m pourin’ the deuce up
Leaving that dope on the left hang, pull up
Bringing that pack, you know I’ma turn up
Two hundred on the dash with no [?]
Hoodrich nigga I’m photo worthless
Baby mama in the trap, she twerkin’
Nigga that snitchin’ ain’t worth it
I don’t need niggas [?]
She fuckin’ for the night on purpose
I bought her a flight on her birthday
You ain’t see me through these curtains
Fuck a bitch, I ain’t even flertin’
How the [?] gonna murder?
Young nigga always lurkin’

[Verse 1]
Pull up on you ‘fore you need a addy
I’m in the street right now with a package
I’m in the street [?]
[?] these niggas, ain’t none that can have it
I be the homie these niggas look up
A young nigga showed me how to cook up
Numbers in my bio, we turn the book up
Warstyle, lifestyle, guaranteed cook up
I’m in the city and it’s only eight of us
When I’m in New York, I’m in that Bape store
Stay in designer, you know how we drink up
I don’t want no bitch that ain’t ready to fuck
She wanna cuddle but cannot tuck
Hoe, she not understandin’ that
Homicide, she know I’m ready to buck
They know [?] boy a bust
Money on me nigga fuck [?]
We get that bag and the bag come with us
I used to sell dope tryin’a get me a double up
Moved me some racks and I bought me some leather ones
Sellin’ ‘round shoes nigga did [?]
Designer, yeah, I’m rockin’ [?]
Everytime I come through I just

[Chorus]
Ey, pull up, pull up
I had the [?] like cookup
Sippin’ on drank, I’m pourin’ the deuce up
Leaving that dope on the left hang, pull up
[?] that pack, you know I’ma turn up
Two hundred on the dash with no [?]
Hoodrich nigga I’m photo worthless
Baby mama in the trap, she twerkin’
Nigga that snitchin’ ain’t worth it
I don’t need niggas [?]
She fuckin’ for the night on purpose
I bought her a flight on her birthday
You ain’t see me through these curtains
Fuck a bitch, I ain’t even flertin’
How the [?] gonna murder?
Young nigga always lurkin’