Curbed The Lamb

Lyrics

[Chorus: Booter Bee & 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 [Verse: Booter Bee & wewantwraiths] 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 [Chorus: Booter Bee & 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