[Intro] Killer Kurt’s in this motherfucker… aye [Verse 1] Touch down in your city like I hit the end zone Focused on the wealth I keep myself on ten toes I never leave the crib unless I bring a check home And I’m so up right now I’m leaving bitches in the friend zone The neck cold, gold embellishments all in the teeth Press runs, I’m autographing ass and double D’s Pulled up in a spaceship but no we don’t come in peace Please don’t make me have to step up out of character my G Beach house retreats, I’m with the team in Costco Rica Getting top while sipping on mimosas in the regal Mob tied, we ride in tinted whips and rock tuxedos Counting guap and treating niggas bitches like they single It’s up like shingles, ya shawty know the lingo The butterscotch interior, the rest is matted negro Dropping jaws, I got ‘em looking sick like NeYo Cause I been on pimp shit since ‘03 no Greedo Now envy got ‘em all on edge and tryna pop off I’m really sound asleep while niggas plot to get me knocked off I do a buck thirty with my blick out past a cop car But she heard “Time Will Tell” and prolly thought I was a pop star It’s not hard, I just kept my focus on the blueprint Now we heating up the fucking summer like when June hit Seven figure salaries and still doing goon shit Banana clip longer than a motherfucking pool stick Bossed up, feds prolly think I’m pushing yayo S-class Ubers’ off white just like mayo Pretty women know me in the Chi’ like I’m Fredo And i did it on my dollie so we screaming fuck a label Standing on the bred looking down on ‘em like big foot Niggas even blink he fuck around and get his bitch took Hummer limousine with twenty models and like six crooks And so much fucking money every stack is stack is standing— [Hook] Driving like a thief, six speed in the black horse I’m just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for I’m just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for Im just too elite why the fuck ya nigga mad for Target on my back, they gon have to send the task force I’m just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for I’m just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for Hundred on my hat, got two hundred on the dashboard [Outro] Driving like a thief, six speed in the black horse I’m just doing me what the fuck is niggas mad for

[Hook] Pretty boy Kurt I’m that man Brand new chopper with a dick it don’t jam Got a brand new coupe and it’s sitting on ten’s You broke ass nigga, you don’t ride in no Benz Lil broke ass nigga you ain’t standing no chance Got a bad bitch with me and she wanna hold hands I’m a jiggy ass nigga i don’t do the romance [Verse 1] I’m a jiggy as nigga i don’t gotta say a thing If we walk into the spot, shawty leaving with the gang Matte finish with the butterfly doors, switching lanes Sticks drawn, say a word, imma let this bitch rain Who that nigga from the five-one doing big things Popping out the fucking blue, but this ain’t the Big Bang Do it big, hurricane chris on the wrist game Hit his bitch from the back, rocking all six chains Walking with a limp like i got it on me Trunk bleed like i got a body on me Gassed up while ops steady running on E Told gang that it’s up, we hit follies all week Whole gang moving like a fucking unit no G I told shawty if we fuck, gotta keep it lowkey Bitch nigga you my son you can’t lol bro me 81 on niggas heads RIP to Kobe [Hook] Pretty boy Kurt I’m that man Brand new chopper with a dick it don’t jam Got a brand new coupe and it’s sitting on ten’s You broke ass nigga, you don’t ride in no Benz Lil broke ass nigga you ain’t standing no chance Got a bad bitch with me and she wanna hold hands I’m a jiggy ass nigga i don’t do the romance Pretty boy Kurt but they know me as the man Diamonds on Chris Breeze, make a bitch dance Brand new chopper with a dick it don’t jam Brand new coupe and it’s sitting on ten’s Broke ass nigga, you don’t ride in no Benz Lil broke ass nigga you ain’t standing no chance Got a bad bitch with me and she wanna hold hands I’m a jiggy ass nigga i don’t do the romance

[Verse 1] Money keep coming in even in my sleep I be counting bankrolls while these niggas counting sheep Pretty boy Kurt, million dollar smile got ‘em geeked But ya niggas smoking dick if you thinking shit is sweet Push start, autopilot riding in the Benz Oh you think that bitch is down, we gon put her to the test I done heard and seen it all, shawty I can’t be impressed And tell your man’s that’s tryna press me that I can’t be fucking pressed Cause the stick long like a pogo Niggas tried steal the sauce, that’s a no go She on me, I POV lil shawty on a go pro Slow stroke a niggas bitch and run it back in slow mo aye And I don’t do no fucking parties you won’t catch me in the mix I don’t need no rapper buddies all y’all niggas weird as shit I got two big choppers on me and them bitches twins Is you with me or against me don’t get shot from off the fence Lil bitch [Hook] Wrist game, chain on bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Stick sing like Kid Cudi bitch Punch him in his shit, ring bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Money up and the shit bloody bitch [Verse 2] Bad lil bitch tryna fuck me, caught in the scope and we left his ass bloody yeah Might run a train on this bitch, can’t trust myself how the fuck you got trust me Broke ass nigga you dusty, I’m cute stupid nigga you ugly Smoking gas in the boof and the shit really hit so you know I got the crib smelling musty I’m with the gang you can touch me Rugrat the goat yeah he must be Whipping the coupe till your bitch wanna fuck me It’s how I stunt, bitch I’m feeling like Chuckie Don’t run up on me boy it can get ugly 30 round clip if you think you can touch me Aye… aye 30 round clip if you think you can touch me [Hook] Wrist game, chain on bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Stick sing like Kid Cudi bitch Punch him in his shit, ring bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Money up and the shit bloody bitch Wrist game, chain on bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Stick sing like Kid Cudi bitch Punch him in his shit, ring bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Big faced bussdown bloody bitch Money up and the shit bloody bitch

[Verse 1] Lowkey i don’t even trust nobody Gotta get this money by myself, no posse Niggas in they feelings put a price on my body I gotta sleep with an eye open like Kakashi Gotta sleep with a nine on me like takashi Hunnid round drum popping off like mollies Raking up hunnids by the duffel, like Gotti I had a bad day motherfucker don’t try me Niggas move oddly, scary, sloppy Do my own dirt I don’t need no proxy Wrist game on motherfucking tsunami I let an op bleed in the hotel lobby Phone off, i don’t wanna talk to nobody Hoodie up, i don’t really fuck with nobody I had a bad day motherfucker don’t try me Motherfucker don’t try me aye. . . [Hook] Gotta watch who you with Don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody Better watch you with Don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody Niggas wanting you to slip Don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody Better watch who you with Don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody, don’t trust nobody no [Verse 2] 10 Lowkey I don’t even trust day one’s niggas move type funny when they see the cash come But if brodie act silly we can act even sillier, I’ll be my own shooter watch me get the task done Dessie with a beam, no potato on the barrel, turn ‘em to potato salad when I blow his cap off You don’t know crazy until you blow your own man’s brains out just so he don’t ever pull a fast-- Don’t trust no nigga, don’t trust no bitch Don’t trust no soul, even blood might trip I’m in go mode nigga don’t hit my shit Trigger finger, get ‘em thrown in a bag like dog shit Cut throat, guns on hip And your luck low, guns gon blaze in this bitch Give a fuck, no chump gon play with the kid Keep it utmost love when my name’s on your lips lil bitch [Hook]

[Verse 1] Yeah… aye Thumbing straight cash Coco butter colored Maybach Polo with the lemonade Raf’s Heavyweight class Serving niggas heavyweight gas Swerving in the heather grey jag Got the leather face mask The rumor’s that the renegade’s back And no this ain’t no Em and Jay track  We got weapons aimed at The opposition, let the K slap It’s singing like an Ella Mai track Detonate fast, hit gas, let it screech That ain’t my concern niggas mad cause of me Everything is all fun and games so it seems Till a nigga wanna step up in the ring with a best Good grief, sheesh, me oh my I don’t hopped up in the Benz from the 309 Keep a 30 with a beam niggas scheme on mine Ya shawty on me cause she know that I’m that b-o-y. . . lil bi [Verse 2] Bitch I am a cult leader They got die for my B sides Lil thang so bad had to hit from the behind I like a queen bee I don’t want no beehive She dip her toe in I hang in the deep side She said she wanting me deep in her insides Enigma arousing her don’t mean to entice She said it’s calling her, fate done decided I’m a whole problem like bitch are you riding Imma go down on that bitch if she riding Flawless lil bitch I’m so flawless I’m wyling a rebel, like bitch I’m so lawless Take caution, get popped bitch if you outta pocket My niggas will kill you head on my pockets— [Verse 3] Skinny lil nigga from the 312 With the rick owen boots on the feet, I do I got a bad lil bitch look like Mila Ku And ill never have my girl in no fila shoes I got 100 in my pants and the Alyx too And the rain on my frame make you sneeze, achoo Got Mariah Carey Diamonds on my collarbone Please check where your girl is, cus she not at home Yeah you see the stripes on the pants, yeah its Prada homme Can’t be sad in Céline nigga, you not alone In my pocket is a .99 boy that’s not a phone But I let it ring on a nigga like I’m not at home And the crib like the alamo, Ghost like im Ella Mai, Darker than Allen Poe Raven on my dinner plate Pause for the metaphor All my dinner plans Broke rappers couldn’t buy a fan, or a ceiling fan I don’t usually rap like this, but Kurt asked me I don’t need to Mary a shorty to tote Ashleys And when I wanna wear some shit, we don’t ask We just pull up in that bitch and leave with four bags Beat running out and I stepped out the lane All dark whip like the shit raising Bane And when this song drop and it pop in the game PM lil nigga that’s my muhfucking name lil bitch

[Verse 1] I do this shit in my sleep I’m doing this shit with ease I go to war with the beast, and walk out the battle with blood on my teeth I told niggas shit isn’t sweet My ops playing hide and go seek Everything’s all fun and games till we show up at his door like Uber eats Off camera my life’s still a movie Im rocking Dior like it’s Stussy I’m way to groovy to hang with these fashion nova bitches will you excuse me My old shawty act like a groupie My new shawty freaky and bougie And she got two glocks like Laura Croft, she’ll fuck around get you smocked like a loosie Baby faced Kurt had to baby blue leather the kicks, now she tryna get taste of me Fuck is a Rollie? I walk in the jeweler and told him to buss down the baby G Bitch i don’t bang but I walk in the spot with a flag ya hanging out from my ABC’s But this nigga’s leg getting pulled out the socket if even think he gon play with me My niggas do this shit majorly huh I slay ‘em all oh so faithfully huh Came to ya show just to fuck up the set tell em send the bill right to my agency bitch There really ain’t shit you could say to me These threats they be sending ain’t phasing me These internet thugs ain’t with nothing yo I could read right through these niggas like data sheets I don’t owe nobody shit call me fake if you wish but i came in this bitch without nothing Carry my team to the chip like Kawhi in the six and so we kicking in doors and we gunning You niggas talking so slick to your father like i won’t embarrass you out here in public My clip is so long if i held the shit up bet it still would reach all the way to my stomach [Hook] I do this shit in my sleep I do this shit in my sleep I do this shit in my sleep I’m doing this shit with ease I do this shit in my sleep I do this shit in my aye I do this shit in my sleep I do this shit in my sleep lil bitch

[Verse 1] Red wine and blues baby welcome to the party Smeared lipstick, fingertips on your body I know the situation you don’t even gotta warn me You belong to someone else, but baby we gon treat tonight as if it’s all me And we can take our time, there ain’t no rush I’ll make you mine, embrace your touch Girl i taste lies all on your tongue But we’ll keep that between you and I if you want But damn girl you ruthless, you done did ya boyfriend very cold He never trusted you, you prolly got em contemplating on the worst case scenario Now you got him blowing up your phone But I’ve got in your zone And the vibrations just can’t seem to cut through the echoes of your moans Maybe somebody else might pity him cause honestly I don’t Whatever y’all used to have is dead so you should just leave it alone She's so gone

[Verse 1] I told your girl to pull up to the studio I turned the girl of your dreams to groupie hoe When you fuck it up, this is right where she choose to go And now she in her zone doing things for me you prolly never even seen shawty do before, woah And ain’t no telling what might happen if we get too drunk But i can promise she’ll get back to you soon as we’re done The way she moving all that ass I can’t pass that shit up But if you want her you can have, nigga she ain’t the one for me But anytime y’all fuck, you’ll know she’s thinking of me And that’s cause she could never love you the way she loves me But please don’t blame it on me, you brought her out to the show And that’s when she knew that she found a new home [Hook] I’ve grown cold and oh so heartless it’s the life that i lead Cause I know had the tables turned that that’s the way you’d do me And I just touched down back in my town now she wan slide up on me But it’s so hard to keep things friendly round a nigga like me