Kiss The Curb lyrics

[Intro]
Real talk
pus*y
Kiss the curb
Run, n*gga
Q5

[Chorus]
Okay, I swerve the whip, get out it
Can't name a time that we ain't spinned, you heard about it
392 too geeked, this b*tch'll kiss the curb about it
I might f*ck this b*tch, she say she clean, I take her word about it, n*gga

[Verse 1]
Ayy, b*tch, I'm geeked, I can't feel my face
Take twelve on a chase
I got b*tches way in Kansas City when I come from the A
She want perks and I just wanna f*ck, I treat her like a J
There's fentanyl in these motherf*ckers, baby, you gon' die today
On P, I hop out on lit, Q5 never trust a b*tch
Can't name a hoe I wanna f*ck back then and I ain't f*cked the b*tch
This fully on my Glock, why the Hell you think I'm doin' that tustlin' sh*t?
This b*tch here spittin', and it comin' too fast, why you doin' that duckin' sh*t?
Start firin'
I might f*ck her once, or I might f*ck her twice, don't never cuff so she don't get confused
I call brodie name, let brodie bust her, Mr. Spank-a-n*gga
This b*tch let off flames, he dance like Usher, Mr. Boom-a-n*gga
This b*tch sweep too long, I call it Duster
We up on the sco'
Brodie just shot a fo'
I'm too busy countin' this pape', so hoe, just f*ck my bro
Pause, I'm too busy countin' cake, he crashin' 'bout a hoe
I'm too busy tryna spin when n*ggas crack a fo'
[Chorus]
Okay, I swerve the whip, get out it
Can't name a time that we ain't spinned, you heard about it
392 too geeked, this b*tch'll kiss the curb about it
I might f*ck this b*tch, she say she clean, I take her word about it, n*gga

[Verse 2]
I park this b*tch, I get on feet again
I been rappin' too damn long, they let them steppers in
Switch in every state, what the f*ck we look like checkin' in?
Binary on this trigger, the b*tch hit twice, I love my F&N
Different b*tches on my di*k and sh*t
Gang can't fall out 'bout no pape', 'cause b*tch, we filthy rich
She f*ck him and she f*ck him, and him too, man, this a filthy b*tch
We gon' slime them, man, we cut the hands off n*ggas who be stealin' sh*t
I step on sh*t like this sh*t concrete
Tell the lil' bro'nem "Go vegan," n*ggas love beef
He say he sellin' za, this sh*t here smokin' like he OG
di*kridin', stop talkin' to that hoe like yo' ass know me
I put honey in her liquor
Flew a opp hoe outta' state so I can kill her
Diamonds on my wrist, the b*tch get colder than December
Been dropped a n*gga way 'fore I start rappin', I'm a member

[Chorus]
Okay, I swerve the whip, get out it
Can't name a time that we ain't spinned, you heard about it
392 too geeked, this b*tch'll kiss the curb about it
I might f*ck this b*tch, she say she clean, I take her word about it, n*gga