Curry by MBVC Lyrics
My lil bro ain’t know what to do with the wap I said bro take him down
Seen more keys than a locksmith mayor gave me the key to the town
Killin these feds like black ops black ops
Young Vo give ya bitch back shots
You don’t want beef I don’t reason
People want pork but they don’t wanna get seasoned
I’m grinding from am to pm
No fortnite but I give your man bm
Line ringing from am to pm
In the am replying to dms
In the boof and I’m smokin gelato
2 bad b’s in the back of the auto
Chasin the bag call me bravo
Paint on her face you might think I’m Picasso Ou
They be like Vo how you do that run up on me yeah you know I got 2 gats
And I Got two hoes that’s two cats can’t hit my blunt real youngins smoke true gas
Pull up no face in the klava
Tings chase me but I’m chasin the commas
Lurkin behind the plaza seems like these youtes in love with the gaza
Ou eh
Yeah we be runnin it up
These hoes be on me can’t do no savin you know I’m in love with the cup
Now con just pulled up in the Porsche
Just a Youngin I hopped off the porch
Switch lanes in the mazzi
2 bad tings stay on me
They all over my body
Pull up curry in this bitch
Shoot
Swish
Me n my team we don’t miss
Yeah you know we winnin
Pop a perc now she grinnin
Sippin lean got me spinnin
Fear god but I’m sinnin
I run up the racks no kidding
So much drip let’s go swimmin
Shout out to my boy kyle
He’ll be over with a dial
Ofb way once in a while
3 sj he ain’t make it to trial
Why these youtes tryna copy my style
Why these youtes tryna copy my drip
Ain’t throwin balls but catch these tips
I try to catch him on video
Mans try runnin i give him the pole
Lil bro gon pull up i denote his soul
The gang town lurkin we gainin the code
Im shoutin your bitch to come back the telly
These fans on dick when its time to get ready
I eat that bitch out like her name is becky
And she on my dick she ridin it steady
Im wet like curry
I’m tellin my bros to come and hurry
She needin it now no need to worry
This purple drank it makes u blurry
Bro lets bounce
Poked man up didn't make one sound
Leavin him dead he didn't make it out
Which gang r u gonna fuck wit now
In the lamb truck
Switchin lanes
4 door spinnin wit a V8 engine
I’m back and no this not a game
Nah im not the same
This money comin i cannot complain
So many bitches so much to gain
All of this ice it leads to fame
I needed that
When i pull up her cheeks they clap
In a bugatti you know it is black
Havin a forty the bottle i crack
I’m feelin whack
Who is this rappin on the track
Its mbvc you know were back
Yuh
Seen more keys than a locksmith mayor gave me the key to the town
Killin these feds like black ops black ops
Young Vo give ya bitch back shots
You don’t want beef I don’t reason
People want pork but they don’t wanna get seasoned
I’m grinding from am to pm
No fortnite but I give your man bm
Line ringing from am to pm
In the am replying to dms
In the boof and I’m smokin gelato
2 bad b’s in the back of the auto
Chasin the bag call me bravo
Paint on her face you might think I’m Picasso Ou
They be like Vo how you do that run up on me yeah you know I got 2 gats
And I Got two hoes that’s two cats can’t hit my blunt real youngins smoke true gas
Pull up no face in the klava
Tings chase me but I’m chasin the commas
Lurkin behind the plaza seems like these youtes in love with the gaza
Ou eh
Yeah we be runnin it up
These hoes be on me can’t do no savin you know I’m in love with the cup
Now con just pulled up in the Porsche
Just a Youngin I hopped off the porch
Switch lanes in the mazzi
2 bad tings stay on me
They all over my body
Pull up curry in this bitch
Shoot
Swish
Me n my team we don’t miss
Yeah you know we winnin
Pop a perc now she grinnin
Sippin lean got me spinnin
Fear god but I’m sinnin
I run up the racks no kidding
So much drip let’s go swimmin
Shout out to my boy kyle
He’ll be over with a dial
Ofb way once in a while
3 sj he ain’t make it to trial
Why these youtes tryna copy my style
Why these youtes tryna copy my drip
Ain’t throwin balls but catch these tips
I try to catch him on video
Mans try runnin i give him the pole
Lil bro gon pull up i denote his soul
The gang town lurkin we gainin the code
Im shoutin your bitch to come back the telly
These fans on dick when its time to get ready
I eat that bitch out like her name is becky
And she on my dick she ridin it steady
Im wet like curry
I’m tellin my bros to come and hurry
She needin it now no need to worry
This purple drank it makes u blurry
Bro lets bounce
Poked man up didn't make one sound
Leavin him dead he didn't make it out
Which gang r u gonna fuck wit now
In the lamb truck
Switchin lanes
4 door spinnin wit a V8 engine
I’m back and no this not a game
Nah im not the same
This money comin i cannot complain
So many bitches so much to gain
All of this ice it leads to fame
I needed that
When i pull up her cheeks they clap
In a bugatti you know it is black
Havin a forty the bottle i crack
I’m feelin whack
Who is this rappin on the track
Its mbvc you know were back
Yuh