Reallybout. (back! forth!)

Lyrics
(Chorus) It go back! forth! Show em what you really bout Ayy back! forth! Fellas show em what you really bout Back! forth! Ladies show em what you really bout Ayy back! forth! Curtis show em what you really bout (Verse) Ok I'm serious wit it Serious wicked on the mic tho Smile so big My confidence tall as Eiffel- Towers Feel like I can do this shit for hours Whole aesthetic flowers Holding the golden power Bruce Leroy With the master glow Causing damage I think I got the disaster flow No actor tho Lights camera action tho Cus I'm a star in position Slash with musician Probably open up for Kendrick Get my fans all attending Let em spazz for a minute Then I dance get to Jitting, Ayy Whole body moving I got em grooving to the tunes Say skies the limit Then watch me take it to the moon, Ayy Take off like a rocket I'm an astronaut You outta options Boy I'm outta pocket, Cus the flow is so unorthodox It's So immaculate Tell em we ain't average Flow is on Alaska And we colder than a pandas crib (Chorus x2) Back! forth! Show me what you really bout Back! forth! Fellas show em what you really bout Back! forth! Ladies show em what you really bout Back! forth! Curtis show em what you really bout (Break) Breath Yo we should let it breath Yeah yeah we should let it breath Now gone check the Steeze (Verse 2) Look I got that jazzy-melodic Out of pocket Nappy and nodded Keep yo head nodding Getting it jumping like them hydraulics Bumping chronic On the aftermath After that I ask the band To help me with the bass I grab the mic and then I rap again This is for the people Who be doubting me Proudly I keep my head up If they talkin down on me Proud of me The city got my back Keep the hottest track Yo My wave like a freight train You ain't stopping that Hopping back As if I shot a buzzer beater Boy my tongue is ether Got the vegitation While you other brothers Only Tumble weaving It's the thunder season And you messing wit Zeus Tell me what's a gang member To an army of troops Well they both in gangs Ones just bigger But Curtis Roach is someone You can't fuck wit nigga Ready or not It's game over if they play me Curtis roach be the new ice cube You love to hate me (Chorus) Back, forth Show me what you really bout Back, forth Fellas show em what you really bout Back, forth Ladies show em what you really bout Back, forth Imma show em what you really bout
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- Curtis Roach