letra de curry jersey - moneybagg yo
[intro: yg]
400
[chorus: moneybagg yo]
i take my life way too serious, so don’t play with me
can’t have that strap in certain states, but it stay with me
it got thirty shots on it like a curry jersey
get him hit broad day, call it public service
i’ma give your -ss a makeover, them bullets gone take over
ain’t no game, you can’t play over, white chalk you like crayola
comin’ from the bottom like me, how you hate on this sh-t?
i heard they want me dead, you gotta wait on that sh-t
[verse 1: moneybagg yo]
let me show you how i’m livin’, take you on a tutorial
smoke a three-five, totin’ a thirty, i’m already a warrior
you want beef, we throw cookouts like the day was memorial
in la, she overseas, i flew her in through laguardia
i’m worth too much, no fighting
whole lotta bread, still viking
kel-tech or a glock-19, get hit, sprayed up like creed
don’t think just ’cause i rap, all that cap gon’ get you clapped
n-gg- you not from the streets, might get lost, need google maps
i’m back on that gang sh-t again, we goin’ 400 federal
i won’t get a plain wrist again, eat up the drip like an edible (medicine)
drumgod on the beat, a lot of money stackin’ neat (6’3″)
last second buzzer beater, alley-hoop to yg
[chorus: moneybagg yo & yg]
i take my life way too serious, so don’t play with me
can’t have that strap in certain states, but it stay with me
it got thirty shots on it like a curry jersey
get him hit broad day, call it public service
i’ma give your -ss a makeover, them bullets gone take over
ain’t no game, you can’t play over, white chalk you like crayola
comin’ from the bottom like me, how you hate on this sh-t?
i heard they want me dead, you gotta wait on that sh-t (400)
[verse 2: yg]
wait, wait, wait, wait
deuce deuce deuce, five forty, glock, k
brand new jeep wag’, with no license plates
incognito, hundred percent my tint rate
i’m striped out the game, i got the glock on me b-tch
i’m out on bail, i’m feelin like 2pac in this b-tch
if psych see an opp, then bodies might drop in this b-tch
it’s my life or your life and you ain’t stopping me b-tch
“yg put the gun down, have security around”
you the type to sound like you have the police around
i take my life too serious, i never slip out of bounds
when yg come in town all the suwoops come out
[chorus: moneybagg yo]
i take my life way too serious, so don’t play with me
can’t have that strap in certain states, but it stay with me
it got thirty shots on it like a curry jersey
get him hit broad day, call it public service
i’ma give your -ss a makeover, them bullets gone take over
ain’t no game, you can’t play over, white chalk you like crayola
comin’ from the bottom like me, how you hate on this sh-t?
i heard they want me dead, you gotta wait on that sh-t
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