Curse

Lyrics

[Intro: XXXTENTACION] Hey, check my résumé T-t-to Bass be the glory My dick go hard, eight (Oy, oy) True facts, ayy, ayy (Class of 2017, fuck niggas) Ayy [Verse 1: XXXTENTACION] Check my clock (Ayy), I can't stop (Ayy) Fuck around, make my .40 pop (Pew, pew, ayy) No Popcaan, I pop pistols (Yeah!) Revenge my body, clothing no issue (Ah!) Bitch you look sick, you need a tissue You drop a body, I just might bless you (Ayy!) I'm metro-sexual, no high cholesterol (Yeah!) Where Jenny Craig? Bitch, let's get sexual (Yeah, yeah!) [Verse 2: Bass Santana, XXXTENTACION] Why the fuck I'd ever lie? Pussy nigga, bet that pistol part of your disguise (Yeah!) I could see it in your eyes Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die Bitches creepin' on my line Got my main upset, these hoes I fucked and left behind Need at least two at a time Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches Two-faced and lame-ass nigga Gangbang for fame fake hitta I ain't never seen squad wit' ya I don't need a savior, fuck the faith Cop myself an ounce and work the weight Seen the Babylon around the way Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today [Chorus: Bass Santana, XXXTENTACION] Ridin' 'round with sinners (Yeah!) Flyin' on a Nimbus (Yeah!) Spot a nigga slippin' Hold on, roll down the window, yeah (Ah!) Low-key schemin', mm (Yeah!) Leave his momma screamin', yeah (Yeah!) Curse these de-de— Lo-Lord, curse these demons (Ah!) [Verse 3: Coolie Cut] Chase 'em with the fuckin' TEC (Ayy) Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work (Ayy, ayy, ayy) I'ma make it squirt, nigga, I do dirt Nigga, I'm a merc, put 'em in the earth Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse Gotta finish first (Ayy), I just did my first (Yeah) Protect me from my curse (From my curse, from my curse) Ayy, yeah, bitch (Bitch) [Verse 4: Kin$oul] Bitch, I put in work, spittin' with a curse Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth? Sell you tour merch, I just wanna fuck I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt? Cha cha slide, all in that pussy How you doin', love? Let's go make a movie Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty [Chorus: Bass Santana] Ridin' 'round with sinners, mm Flyin' on a Nimbus Spot a nigga slippin' Hold on, roll down the window, yeah Low-key schemin', mm Leave his momma screamin' (T-t-to Bass be the—), yeah Curse these demons Lo-Lord, curse these demons [Outro: Bass Santana] Lit