"Arriving" lyrics
Kura & Pi'erre Bourne Lyrics
(Yo Pi'erre)
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Ay, go)
Told that hoe "Put on a seatbelt we riding"
She sent the Addy we pull up & sliding
Ride in the Cat, matte black with no mileage
See me in Rick at the party arriving
I like to think of the bitch as a sidekick
Blow money, on fashion, I do not mind it
Alyx on the denim, Matt Williams designed this shit,
She asked what we was , why we gotta define it?
Fuck it all, what you flexing that petty money for?
At the Red roof and we just got plenty hoes
These is black Prada boots not Giuseppe hoe
Bring in equipment, we down in the lobby
Recording for hours and move like a zombie
This rap shit for real, I swear it ain't a hobby
I've done it so long, got crazy and cocky
I graduated and went O.D.
In my city and we four deep
Hoe was fucking with the whole team
We was plotting, had a whole scheme
Got myself up out the situations
Every day was a new complication
This a game and she the type to play it
I'm the hottest ain't afraid to say it
Rolling Stones, long sleeve, with the Rick Owens shorts on the bottom yeah
Folks tryna copy me but I know I'm up, so that shit kind of common
In LA, at my BNB, hoes on the way, that shit happen often
I remember I just got some exposure
Fans said my name "K-U-R-A spotted" (what the fuck)
Told that hoe "Put on a seatbelt we riding"
She sent the Addy we pull up & sliding
Ride in the Cat, matte black with no mileage
See me in Rick at the party arriving
I like to think of the bitch as a sidekick
Blow money, on fashion, I do not mind it
Alyx on the denim, Matt Williams designed this shit,
She asked what we was, why we gotta define it?
(Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh)
(Ay, go)
Told that hoe "Put on a seatbelt we riding"
She sent the Addy we pull up & sliding
Ride in the Cat, matte black with no mileage
See me in Rick at the party arriving
I like to think of the bitch as a sidekick
Blow money, on fashion, I do not mind it
Alyx on the denim, Matt Williams designed this shit,
She asked what we was , why we gotta define it?
Fuck it all, what you flexing that petty money for?
At the Red roof and we just got plenty hoes
These is black Prada boots not Giuseppe hoe
Bring in equipment, we down in the lobby
Recording for hours and move like a zombie
This rap shit for real, I swear it ain't a hobby
I've done it so long, got crazy and cocky
I graduated and went O.D.
In my city and we four deep
Hoe was fucking with the whole team
We was plotting, had a whole scheme
Got myself up out the situations
Every day was a new complication
This a game and she the type to play it
I'm the hottest ain't afraid to say it
Rolling Stones, long sleeve, with the Rick Owens shorts on the bottom yeah
Folks tryna copy me but I know I'm up, so that shit kind of common
In LA, at my BNB, hoes on the way, that shit happen often
I remember I just got some exposure
Fans said my name "K-U-R-A spotted" (what the fuck)
Told that hoe "Put on a seatbelt we riding"
She sent the Addy we pull up & sliding
Ride in the Cat, matte black with no mileage
See me in Rick at the party arriving
I like to think of the bitch as a sidekick
Blow money, on fashion, I do not mind it
Alyx on the denim, Matt Williams designed this shit,
She asked what we was, why we gotta define it?
