tayizian - Bend Curbs Lyrics

Swang your pipe and hop out, take out opposition
Ex hoe she wanna argue, why she don't realize she the only one trippin'
The last thing that boy heard, that fafafa I need more ammunition
We swervin' bending curbs tint so dark, no
They can't see up in it
These hoes on my nerves and they honestly talkin too much, get the f*ck out my business
Pulled up on gang, what's the word, you see in my circle, I can't let nobody else in it
We be sticked up with the fire, what we got on is so hot, that's why we be the littiest
Play you get sent to the sky, your homeboy, a dick rider too, so you pussy affiliate
You know I'm outside with five, tryna find us a lil' move, somethin' like Ferb and Finneas
Money on mind, I'ma bathing ape, run with some gorillas with Glocks and they curious
Twoface the joker, trollin' your ass lil nigga, you getting so mad, why so serious?
In a all matte, black maybach, or the back of the track countin' racks, to relax, feel mysterious
I got shots in ARPs, got beams, on Glock 19
Tat a tiger right up on my arm
Bitch, I'm a different breed
Oh no, I just woke up from a dream, this life ain't what it seem
Reving ' the gas, I'm tryna get outta here
I want her brain, lil' mama keep throwin' that head I like how she make me feel outta there
Walk round protected, so I keep me one in the head, I'm finna go get me some Cartier
F*ck your apology, bitch, I ain't sorry yea
Bag on your head, I'ma turn you to Mario
Skrt Skrt going too fast in Ferrari yea
J Love, you know that that be the twin My mothaf*cka brother Matt and Jeff Hardy
Another one, DJ Khaled for the win Like we the best, baby, she f*ck with his mother, son
F*ck it, I'ma go iso myself
Don't need you shawty, we can't have us on one-on-one
Bucket, I'ma go get it myself Never needed no help in the gym where I got it done
Niggas, they talkin' too much, I don't follow them
Bad hoes in here and I say I want all of them
Open my heart to the realest I get it thrown back in my face, so no, I ain't Jocking ya
4FE runnin', shit, just like the mafia, When is my time, I don't know, I ain't clocking it
They seein' growth, they like tay zee n, Prada ya didn't even know I got wads in my pocket
I got shots in ARPs, got beams, on Glock 19
Tat a tiger right up on my arm
Bitch, I'm a different breed
Oh, no, I just woke up from a dream, this life ain't what it seem
Swang your pipe and hop out, take out opposition
Ex hoe, she wanna argue why she don't realize she the only one trippin
The last thing that boy heard, that fafafa I need more ammunition
We swervin', bending curbs, tint so dark, no, they can't see up in it
I rock number Nine , she rock Jimmy Choo
Out here cooling wit my slimes I'm in here with my crew
Niggas they be bitches what you want to do
I got blickys with extensions we gone shoot at you