Yeah, yeah, yeah
Listen to the story I kick
Boy I ain't never ever ever had shit
I just got a cold heart and a lot of hot hits
Thirty like I’m Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I’m Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
RICH let 'em know
I was trappin’, mama didn’t know
Smoke the zone straight up out the bowl
Get it on the road
I was tryna get it on the road
Police caught me, I ain't never told
Nah I ain’t never told
Boy I'm stickin' to the G code
Texas nigga never ever fold
Get it like whoa
Watch me just get it like whoa
Watch me just get it like whoa
Gra-ta-ta-ta, nigga what's up?
I done came down with the drink in the cup
Pop pop pop pop, boy I light your ass up
I pray to God daily but don’t get me fucked up
RICH still lit, RICH still been about his shit
Man ain't that about a bitch?
I thought a nigga left
I thought a nigga never come back
I thought a nigga never come back, alright?
Listen to the story I kick
Boy I ain't never ever ever had shit
I just got a cold heart and a lot of hot hits
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist, let's get it
Back on my bullshit, yeah turn this bitch up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Ain't talkin' money then shut the fuck up
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, woo)
Oh you ain't fuckin', yeah that there a must
(Woo, woo, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, go ahead, grab yourself, pack that shit up
Ayy, RICH said don't do it like you, you ain't heard him?
If the shoe fits then my nigga just wear 'em
I get too high, bitch I'm way past the ceiling
And I smoke a blunt while you stay in your feelings
These women gon' feel him, these niggas gon' feel him
Man I fucked your bitch on the hotel room linens
I'm sorry I'm so disrespectful my nigga
Apologies, apologize I'm a villain
I'm sorry I'm so corrupt, constantly killin'
My sex appeal got sex appeal, it's appealing
You can't get into oranges, I'ma peel it
Yeah I'm all 'bout that village
Yeah West Side the villain, like yeah
Listen to the story I kick
Boy I ain't never ever ever had shit
I just got a cold heart and a lot of hot hits
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist
Manu with the wrist, Manu with the wrist
Thirty like I'm Curry, boy I'm Manu with the wrist, let's get it
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