CURB - Intellectual

[Intro]

(HSBmadeit)

Brown Boy (Woah)

Kick that lil' bitch to the curb

Spill a lil' drip on my worst, they got a scuff on my Ricks and it hurt (Let's go)

In the mall, blowing cake like my birth', they ain't my team, got a stick in the purse (Brrt)

I got some Louis V print on my Glock and it's tucked in my Louis V merse (Yeah)

Diss me, you vanish the next day, try me you missin' the nurse

Just like halftime on game day, we shootin' and catch us some shirts

Regulate the trap on the check day, I'm bullyin' you, pushin' the work (Right)

I can't give her no time, can't give her no play, put that lil' bitch on reserve (Yeah)

I’m gеttin' paid (Paid), I got a bag now

Girl, I ain't got time to waste (Oh), I'm tryna rag now

I can tell by thе look on your face (I see it), you gettin' mad now

You get sad 'bout who? (Who?) I can't get mad 'bout you

Basic, basic, basic, basic, basic, yeah, you a basic bitch

Face it, face it, face it, face it, put in your mouth and taste the dick

Stroke it, stroke it, she got the wrist work like an Elliot bracelet

Soak it, soak it, yeah, she got that splash, she my favorite

I'm too trim, yeah, I'm too trim, my nickname should be "Taper Kid"

Like a lil' trick, get the kitty, but I can't trick, no, I can't pay for it

This bitch be actin' like she Adam Silver, payin' me to lay up and shit

And I act like some snowy weather, I'm quick to flake on a bitch (Woah)