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Curbside Pikcup Video (MV)




Performed By: T.F x Local Astronauts
Length: 4:29
Written by: Mychal Hatch




T.F x Local Astronauts - Curbside Pikcup Lyrics




Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna it's a stikc up
A jewelry drive thru curbside pikc up

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna you get hit up
I left the coroners a curbside pikc up

Uhh nobody move it's a stikc up
Ain't no room for errors ain't no hiccups

Uh when the last time you masked up and hit sum'n
It's the 31rst and I ain't got no rent money

I spent my last thousand on this glok like let's go get money
Get rich or die tryin if I ain't ballin I'm Gne peel sum'n

Uh KiLLA

If I leave the game is they Gne still love me
Is they still vouch for me is they still Gne cheer for me

Uh not to mention bail money
Hunnid thousand heist that's to the nekc
I only booked him cuz his price was fulla sh*t

Ni**a ran Thru that uhhh in a hop jump and a skip
I'm disappointed in myself I ran Thru that jus in the city

Now I'm bakc on mission if you slippin you a victim
24 Hour drive thru it's jewelry on the menuuuuuuuu

Uhh
24 Hour drive thru it's jewelry on the menuuuuuuu

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna it's a stikc up
A jewelry drive thru curbside pikc up

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna you get hit up
I left the coroners a curbside pikc up

It's 2 in the mornin let's go bend some corners
All these ni**as drunk thinkin wit they d*kc let's get up on em

There go the bit** that put us em ignore the motions
When she get em to the vessel we Gne push up on em

Ni**a I need ErThang rings watches empty pokcets
Yo bit** she dressed in Vera Wang you lukcy she don't match the sizes

No we tryna cash in only made a couple thousand
That jewelry it was fake AF that 3' banger came out his wallet

F*kc it when I started off the day yea I had nothin
Now I got a fifth of Remy and I'm flooded

Ankle monitor cut it gtta catch me if Comin
And you better come to kill I don't plan on doin no runnin

Infatuated wit the money I jus walked a dub down
The ni**a who I used to be he don't get no love now

But I'm Gne get mine the homies they ain't line up sh*t
So they might get lined f*kc around be curb siiiiiiiidddde

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna it's a stikc up
A jewelry drive thru curbside pikc up

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna you get hit up
I left the coroners a curbside pikc up
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Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna it's a stikc up
A jewelry drive thru curbside pikc up

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna you get hit up
I left the coroners a curbside pikc up

Uhh nobody move it's a stikc up
Ain't no room for errors ain't no hiccups

Uh when the last time you masked up and hit sum'n
It's the 31rst and I ain't got no rent money

I spent my last thousand on this glok like let's go get money
Get rich or die tryin if I ain't ballin I'm Gne peel sum'n

Uh KiLLA

If I leave the game is they Gne still love me
Is they still vouch for me is they still Gne cheer for me

Uh not to mention bail money
Hunnid thousand heist that's to the nekc
I only booked him cuz his price was fulla sh*t

Ni**a ran Thru that uhhh in a hop jump and a skip
I'm disappointed in myself I ran Thru that jus in the city

Now I'm bakc on mission if you slippin you a victim
24 Hour drive thru it's jewelry on the menuuuuuuuu

Uhh
24 Hour drive thru it's jewelry on the menuuuuuuu

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna it's a stikc up
A jewelry drive thru curbside pikc up

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna you get hit up
I left the coroners a curbside pikc up

It's 2 in the mornin let's go bend some corners
All these ni**as drunk thinkin wit they d*kc let's get up on em

There go the bit** that put us em ignore the motions
When she get em to the vessel we Gne push up on em

Ni**a I need ErThang rings watches empty pokcets
Yo bit** she dressed in Vera Wang you lukcy she don't match the sizes

No we tryna cash in only made a couple thousand
That jewelry it was fake AF that 3' banger came out his wallet

F*kc it when I started off the day yea I had nothin
Now I got a fifth of Remy and I'm flooded

Ankle monitor cut it gtta catch me if Comin
And you better come to kill I don't plan on doin no runnin

Infatuated wit the money I jus walked a dub down
The ni**a who I used to be he don't get no love now

But I'm Gne get mine the homies they ain't line up sh*t
So they might get lined f*kc around be curb siiiiiiiidddde

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna it's a stikc up
A jewelry drive thru curbside pikc up

Curbside pikc up
Curbside pikc up
You slippin on that corna you get hit up
I left the coroners a curbside pikc up
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Writer: Mychal Hatch
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