"Curbed The Lamb" lyrics
(feat. wewantwraiths)
I ain't got the tracking yet but it can land on any day
I ain't doing back and forth, I'd rather shoot him in the face
I got baddies on the kid, all they do is give me brain
All I do is run it up, little Booter been paid
Can't predict the weather, any minute it can rain
This Glock, it got a switchy on it, you don't need to aim
Got bitches downloading the tape when they hear Booter and see Wraiths
Bad bitches from LA can't wait till I'm in USA
I tried to tell - to chill, he wanna murder man
Ten seconds in my drive, already curbed the Lamb
I ain't made to drive, I'm leaning out the coupe
No lying in the studio, it's "True Stories 2"
Them man buss out, buss out when they see us coming
Cah we run up, run up and make a whole lot of profit
I'm paranoid from all these drugs I take
Feel like an animal, roll a three-five in a blunt, huh
If my bruddas get him, little bro gonna behead him
Bro, I head shot the opps, I ain't headlining Reading
I've been getting bread in, all this cake without a wedding
They won't skip me on my tape, you know it's crack that I'm selling
Tell them niggas, "Catch up", give that boy a warning
If a nigga sneeze, we gonna put him in a coffin
Bro just copped a Day-Date, it's another forty
If we cannot find him then we pull up to his shawty
Hate to do the money laundering, feeling like a chore
I'm physically exhausted just from shopping in Dior
In a matter of a minute, they gon' find out where you are
It's a drive-by, not a drive-thru, don't be sleeping in your car
The first time I seen a gun, bro, my jaw didn't drop
I just put it in the ride and saw the car doors pop
Flat heads in this spinner make his heartbeat stop
And I'm still getting paid, still squeezing on opps
If it is about the paper, don't ring me, I'll decline it
But if it's 'bout the opps then I'm definitely gliding
All I do is buy new guns and big diamonds
Don't ask me 'bout the Hill when they've never been sliding
I ain't got the tracking yet but it can land on any day
I ain't doing back and forth, I'd rather shoot him in the face
I got baddies on the kid, all they do is give me brain
All I do is run it up, little Booter been paid
Can't predict the weather, any minute it can rain
This Glock, it got a switchy on it, you don't need to aim
Got bitches downloading the tape when they hear Booter and see Wraiths
Bad bitches from LA can't wait till I'm in USA
I tried to tell - to chill, he wanna murder man
Ten seconds in my drive, already curbed the Lamb
I ain't made to drive, I'm leaning out the coupe
No lying in the studio, it's "True Stories 2"
Them man buss out, buss out when they see us coming
Cah we run up, run up and make a whole lot of profit
I'm paranoid from all these drugs I take
Feel like an animal, roll a three-five in a blunt, huh
I ain't doing back and forth, I'd rather shoot him in the face
I got baddies on the kid, all they do is give me brain
All I do is run it up, little Booter been paid
Can't predict the weather, any minute it can rain
This Glock, it got a switchy on it, you don't need to aim
Got bitches downloading the tape when they hear Booter and see Wraiths
Bad bitches from LA can't wait till I'm in USA
I tried to tell - to chill, he wanna murder man
Ten seconds in my drive, already curbed the Lamb
I ain't made to drive, I'm leaning out the coupe
No lying in the studio, it's "True Stories 2"
Them man buss out, buss out when they see us coming
Cah we run up, run up and make a whole lot of profit
I'm paranoid from all these drugs I take
Feel like an animal, roll a three-five in a blunt, huh
If my bruddas get him, little bro gonna behead him
Bro, I head shot the opps, I ain't headlining Reading
I've been getting bread in, all this cake without a wedding
They won't skip me on my tape, you know it's crack that I'm selling
Tell them niggas, "Catch up", give that boy a warning
If a nigga sneeze, we gonna put him in a coffin
Bro just copped a Day-Date, it's another forty
If we cannot find him then we pull up to his shawty
Hate to do the money laundering, feeling like a chore
I'm physically exhausted just from shopping in Dior
In a matter of a minute, they gon' find out where you are
It's a drive-by, not a drive-thru, don't be sleeping in your car
The first time I seen a gun, bro, my jaw didn't drop
I just put it in the ride and saw the car doors pop
Flat heads in this spinner make his heartbeat stop
And I'm still getting paid, still squeezing on opps
If it is about the paper, don't ring me, I'll decline it
But if it's 'bout the opps then I'm definitely gliding
All I do is buy new guns and big diamonds
Don't ask me 'bout the Hill when they've never been sliding
I ain't got the tracking yet but it can land on any day
I ain't doing back and forth, I'd rather shoot him in the face
I got baddies on the kid, all they do is give me brain
All I do is run it up, little Booter been paid
Can't predict the weather, any minute it can rain
This Glock, it got a switchy on it, you don't need to aim
Got bitches downloading the tape when they hear Booter and see Wraiths
Bad bitches from LA can't wait till I'm in USA
I tried to tell - to chill, he wanna murder man
Ten seconds in my drive, already curbed the Lamb
I ain't made to drive, I'm leaning out the coupe
No lying in the studio, it's "True Stories 2"
Them man buss out, buss out when they see us coming
Cah we run up, run up and make a whole lot of profit
I'm paranoid from all these drugs I take
Feel like an animal, roll a three-five in a blunt, huh
