CURTAINS lyrics

[Intro]
KimJ with the heat
Kookup, wassup

[Chorus]
My name is Baby Face Nel
But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it
I move with a .38 comes with no shells and no tracin'
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don't need a perky
Makin' them nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don't do sh*t behind the curtains

[Verse]
They call me "Mel" but it ain't for "Melly"
But b*tch I'm still a menace
We see a opp and we send him to heaven
We comin' for vengeance
Keep talkin' cuz my MAC still got like eleven
No plead and no beggin'
You see the gang but ain't check in then prey to a motherf*ckin' reverend
Only God can save you, from me
Puttin' a hole in your face like a bagel
I'm in the back in all black
And this jacket ain't puffy it's all straps
Heard the opp n*ggas rappin' they all wack
Talk about what we did man it's all facts
Talk about what they did and it's all cap
f*ck around get your whole crew clapped
Whack-a-moley we get your whole crew whacked
'Cause y'all n*ggas still on that hoe sh*t
I come through and we bully your whole clique
Hit 'em up and I feel like a culprit
Got the drop I know just where your folks live
I call Retro we pull up and blow sh*t
You call police and we do not know sh*t
Got your neighbors like "what's that commotion?"
And we just keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'
Your skull 'til it open
And my n*ggas all at the function
My trigger finger ashy, it need lotion
Put all the opps in the bag just like groceries
Ain't gettin' no bread but we still gon' toast it
I been gettin' this cake and my pockets is bacon
I'm golden like Curry they see I'm Jamaican
Your b*tch on my di*k and I swear she so basic
Nut on her face and she just wanna taste it
I know how the feds is
Popped out with all of my steppers
We came in, with a whole lotta F.N and Berettas
Stackin' my cheddar
Your b*tch see me doin' my thing so she left with the gang and you let her
You couldn't do better, only do worse
I f*cked the opps mom, hit him where it hurts
Hit him where it hurts, huh?
f*ck that, I wanna put him on a shirt
I wanna put him in the dirt
I want him put hands on me first
Can't let him put hands on me first
Hollow tips, hit 'em up, rip 'em up
Too bad, get repaired
Paramedics, pick him up, grip him up
And get him the f*ck out of here
Come to your block and I'm throwin' bombs
Won't need the assist I threw him the lob, gang
[Chorus]
My name is Baby Face Nel
But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it
I move with a .38 comes with no shells and no tracin'
We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh
They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking
We doing drugs and we don't need a perky
Makin' them nervous, everyone seen a body drop
We don't do sh*t behind the curtains