Lebron Curry

Lyrics

[Intro: Drego] Jose the Plug RJ always trippin', man, RJ always trippin', man Trauma Tone Man [Chorus: Drego, Beno, BandGang Lonnie Bands & Babyface Ray] Glock 23 with the 30, yeah How the fuck LeBron get with Curry? Damn I can't bring my hitter 'cause they scared of him Niggas come around and tuck they jewelry in Hey, his mama needed money just to bury him He need five plus one just to carry him I jumped out the Balmain, I'm in Amiri, yeah Exclusive fabric, rock it once and never wear again [Verse 1: Mo Money] Eight hours 'til the ten, I told 'em tap me in Told her chill out in the backseat, she keep panicking Two more days 'til the package, can you handle it? So in love with the money, I call it my bitch [Verse 2: BandGang Masoe] Infatuated with it, we taking a risk (Bitch) Don't come in here too icy, we taking your shit Don't let a ho say she hoeing, I'm breaking a bitch Whole crew done got icy, we skating and shit [Verse 3: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Hey, narcs hop out, we jumping the fence Smack the tongue out a bitch if she jumping ship Ooh, that dope'll crumble up if you make it sit Ayy, bitch, this card don't slide, you gotta punch it in [Verse 4: Babyface Ray] I'm smoking white Cookie, Off-White hoodie, my Sprite muddy All green Champagne 6's look like money I done turned the trap to Petco, we selling puppy Call this yellow Mike from the line because it's jumping [Verse 5: Drego] Man, I asked her, "Is we copacetic?" Don't act confused, you know who did it, boy It's like I know it now, who gang come really rollin' with me She like, "I notice now that you ain't got your potion with you" I got the pole on his head like a Trojan with it I said, "It feel better when you slow motion with it" [Verse 6: Mo Money] On the phone, with this bitch, her name Mary-Ann She don't really like to stuff, she like to carry 'em What happened to that last nigga? Yeah, we buried him And just to clear up the confusion, we'll slide again [Verse 7: BandGang Lonnie Bands] Ooh, fuck around, got them pounds on a carry-on, hey They talk that tough shit, but they scary, ho, hey Niggas looking for us, bitch, we in the money zone, ooh And them niggas still hot, they in a honeycomb, ooh [Verse 8: BandGang Masoe] Bitch, we got this ice-wear from the money phone That's my dog that done got your lil' buddy gone Syracuse, bitch, we ran a hundred zones Smoking Backwoods, we don't fuck with cones I was just out the way in a school zone Didn't give a fuck, we was still getting food gone [Verse 9: Drego & Beno] Man, kick it off, I run it back just like Peoples-Jones Boy, you talking too hot, call my other phone Who that cooking in the kitchen? Think it's Trauma Tone I told him when he done, leave the oven on I know you think I'm lying, jeffin' on these songs I told him we the youngest niggas on that O Don't tell nobody that the money in the floor When she give me head, I swear it lock my toes My baby Beans whippin', Indiana Jones Lil B came with a brick, I told him pour some more Yup, told him pour some more Lil B came with a brick, I told him pour some more (Man) [Chorus: Drego, Beno, BandGang Lonnie Bands & Babyface Ray] Glock 23 with the 30, yeah How the fuck LeBron get with Curry? Damn I can't bring my hitter 'cause they scared of him Niggas come around and tuck they jewelry in Hey, his mama needed money just to bury him He need five plus one just to carry him I jumped out the Balmain, I'm in Amiri, yeah Exclusive fabric, rock it once and never wear again