Curse

Hey, check my resumé

To Bass be the glory

My dick go hard eight

True facts, ayy ayy

Check my clock, I can't stop

Fuck around, make my pop

No Popcaan, I pop pistols

Revenge my body, clothing no issue

Makes you look sick, you need a tissue

You drop a body, I just might bless you

I'm at your section, no high cholesterol

Where Jenny Craig? Bitch let's get sexual

Why the fuck I'd ever lie?

Pussy nigga bet that pistol part of your disguise

I could see it in your eyes

Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die

Bitches creepin' on my line

Got my main upset, these hos I fucked and left behind

Need at least two at a time

Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind

Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches

Two-faced and lame ass nigga

Gangbang for fame fake hitta

I ain't never seen squad wit' ya

I don't need a savior fuck the faith

Cop myself an ounce and work the weight

Seen the Babylon around the way

Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today

Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'

Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons

Tic them with the fuckin' tac

Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work

I'ma make her squirt, nigga I do dirt

Nigga I'ma merc, put 'em in the earth

Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse

Gotta finish first, I just did my first

Protect me from my curse

Bitch I put in work, spittin' with a curse

Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth?

Sell you to a merch, I just wanna fuck

I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt?

Cha cha slide, all in that pussy

How you doin' love? Let's go make a movie

Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci

Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty

Ridin' 'round with sinners, flyin' on a nimbus

Spot a nigga slippin', hold on, roll down the window

Low-key schemin', leave his momma screamin'

Curse these demons, lord, curse these demons