Moneybagg Yo – Curry Jersey (feat. YG) Lyrics

Moneybagg Yo – Curry Jersey (feat. YG) Lyrics
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Moneybagg Yo (feat. YG)
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    "Curry Jersey." - Moneybagg Yo (feat. YG)

    Album: RESET
    Track No: 09
    (Federal)
    (400!)
    I take my life way too serious
    So don't play with me
    Can't have that strap in certain states
    But it stay with me
    It got 30 shots on it like a Curry jersey
    Get him hit, broad day
    Call it public service
    I'ma give your ass a makeover
    Them bullets gon' take over
    Ain't no game, you can't play over
    White-chalk you like Crayola
    Comin' from the bottom like me
    How you hate on this shit?
    I heard they want me dead
    You gotta wait on this shit
    Let me show you how I'm livin'
    Take you on a tutorial
    Smoke a 3.5, tote a 30
    I'm already a warrior
    You want beef?
    We throw cookouts
    Like the day was Memorial
    In LA, she overseas
    I flew her in through LaGuardia
    I'm worth too much
    No fighting
    Whole lotta bread
    Still Viking
    Kel-Tec, or a Glock 19
    Get hit, spray it up like cream
    Don't think, just 'cause I rap
    All that cap, won't get you clapped
    ****, you not from the streets
    Might get lost, need Google Maps
    I'm back on that gang shit again
    We goin' 400, Federal
    I won't get a plain wrist again
    Eat up the drip like an edible (Medicine)
    Drum God on the beat (Drum God)
    A lot of money stacking neat
    Last second, buzzer beater
    Alley-oop to YG
    I take my life way too serious
    So don't play with me
    Can't have that strap in certain states
    But it stay with me
    It got 30 shots on it like a Curry jersey
    Get him hit, broad day
    Call it public service
    I'ma give your ass a makeover
    Them bullets gon' take over
    Ain't no game, you can't play over
    White-chalk you like Crayola
    Comin' from the bottom like me
    How you hate on this shit?
    I heard they want me dead
    You gotta wait on that shit
    We, we, we, we
    Deuce, deuce, deuce, five, forty, Glock ki
    Brand new Jeep wag
    With no license plates
    Incognito, 100%, my tints wavy
    I striked out the game, and I got the Glock on me bitch
    I'm out on bail, I'm feelin' like 2pac in this bitch
    If I see an opp, then bodies might drop in this bitch
    It's my life or your life, and you ain't stoppin' me bitch
    YG, put the gun down, have security around
    You the type to sound like you have the police around
    I take my life too serious, I never slip out of bounds
    When YG come to town all the suwoos come out
    I take my life way too serious
    So don't play with me
    Can't have that strap in certain states
    But it stay with me
    It got 30 shots on it like a Curry jersey
    Get him hit, broad day
    Call it public service
    I'ma give your ass a makeover
    Them bullets gon' take over
    Ain't no game, you can't play over
    White-chalk you like Crayola
    Comin' from the bottom like me
    How you hate on this shit?
    I heard they want me dead
    You gotta wait on that shit

    Writer(s): Demario White, Keenon Jackson & Robert Gullat.

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