RoddaRodda - cornerside curb Lyrics

Me and Bean in the cut
It's time to come up and get the bucks
All of these niggas they front
Big AR in the trunk
This bitch couldn't fit in a bus
And I got the urge to up
Nigga gonna send you up
I could not let up
I had to get racks through plugs
And I was on the corner side curb
Ay ay
I was just stone cold, on the road, couldn't fold ay (yea yea, yea, yea, yea)
Like Bean said, we got stories untold, ay
Pull up to the nigga block, make the nigga fold ay
He don't want no pressure, yeah he f*cking told ay
Pull up with the f*cking beam, aim it at ya nose at
He don't want no f*cking smoke, he don't want no smoke ay
When a nigga gon blow, at ya f*cking dome, ay
Yeah he gon blow, at ya motherf*cking chrome, ay
Leave the nigga on the block, like a Oreo, ay
Niggas steady always talking, they don't know me though, ay
Pull up with a orange mask nigga, Obito, ay
And I got a gun, got no f*cking holster though (I ain't got it)
I put that on my bro
That I could never fold
Choppa make him do the limbo
I walk round this bitch like I'm grown
Why you calling my phone, yuh
Do not disturb on (bitch)
I ain't got no f*cking ringtone
Why you still f*cking rock Vlone
You a mother f*cking clone
You a mother f*cking weirdo
I got ties back at home
Nappy head nigga, need to comb, ay (yuh)
Yuh
Pull up to his home I was tired of his faking
Now the AK start spraying
You probably think I'm playing
In the bank, and I gotta have patience
Big (yuh)
Macs (ok, ok)
Big (yuh)
Racks (ok)
Run (yuh)
It back (ok)
I make (ok, ok, ok)
It stack, ugh
I
Can't lack
It's impossible at that
I still gotta watch my back for
All these f*cking rats (bitch)

For all these f*cking rats, ay
Gotta watch my back all these f*cking rats, nigga
And you never lack, you get hit in the back, nigga
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay ay
Ay, yuh