Curtis Jackson

(Mvmbo)

Nigga get me mad, get on the 'Gram and post a Curtis Jackson

That's a fifty just in case you askin'

Jit, I feel like A.I. when I'm ballin', I don't need no practice

Ho just threw it on me in the strip, damn near tricked off the backend

Back-to-back black trucks, they lookin' like, "Where the hell Joe Biden?"

Jit, lil' bruh got rich, you fuck with us, you can't do no hiding

Trap house filled up with fish and slips, come and choose your liking

Bitch, I got en route just in time like a fucking Viking

Maybach GLS, feel like it's Sky Zone when I'm in the whip

Ho keep askin' me 'bout other hoes, I'm tired of this lil' bitch

Fresh up out the mall, racks for the 'fit, I ain't even post the drip

Jits 'round me wan' smoke, they favorite rapper damn near Nardo Wick

Nigga, I'm a diamond in the rough, you boys is morcanite

I know niggas that slide, swing, and shoot, boy, that's triple Mike

Walked up out the bank with so much cheese, they think I pulled a heist

I done did so much dirt in my life, I'll take it up with Christ

Last year I was in Booby Trap throwin' ones with Drizzy 'dem

Mortal Kombat switch up on the glick, hop out and finish him

Amiri jeans too tight, this twenty ball can't do no fittin' in

Boy, that jit C Stunna fly as fuck, ain't no one trim as him

Tellin' me to pick a side, is you gon' die for me?

She say I'm the only one, ho, is you lyin' to me?

Got this nigga bitch inside Suburbans playin' hide-and-seek

Jeweler sayin' twenty for the watch, you think this time is free?

I'm in love with high fashion, nothin' on me cheap

Ho just know to keep it P if she got hit by Q or C

Bitch, I jumped up off the porch and took a major leap

Tied in everywhere, these niggas know just not to play with me

Back-to-back, matte black the trucks, I had to swap the VIN

Shootouts in broad day, I slime my slatt, no, that is not my kin (brrt)

Honeybun stuffed in the mattress, feelin' like I'm Future 'nem (nah, for real)

Shooters always right beside me, opps, know what to do with them (huh?)

Break a nigga down, Kit Kat, switch break a nigga bones (come here)

How the fuck you tryna diss the dead, ain't never fetch a bone? (Get him)

Watch your tone when you try speakin' on a nigga name (nah, for real)

Nigga even look at nigga wrong, we'll tap a nigga brain (huh?)

Nigga, uh (nigga, uh), havin' shit like Wizz Havinn

Stunt on shit like C Stunna, four pockets filled cabbage

Tell a made-ass nigga from the trenches, nigga, fuck the fame

Servin' cuddies got the block hot how I got my name

Jumpin' out the black Escalade truck like, "Where the booters at?"

I'm in the trenches, bitch, relax, I'm where the shooters at (bitch, I'm geeked)

Five-percent the whip and five-percent tint on my shades

I put Ricky head to toe, bitch look like she from Himalayas