Wolf - Kur

I go by the big bad wolf

Get to a bag, the bitch gon' look

That nigga mad, his bitch got took

Nigga I dragged and switched my look

It’s gas, I hit that kush

Go with a mask and hit the jux

Cash, I get that buck

Stacking my cash, Ima get that truck

I’m off a treyO, I can’t even

Can’t even get that nut

I blew her back out the bitch on the bed

She can’t even get back up

I see niggas let this shit get to they head

I’m bout to turn shit back up

Remember them times I was fucking my bread up

Chasing these bitches instead

Slept on the floor cuz it wasn’t a bed

Let you go for 4 with the reg

I come from the 4 how the fuck am I scared?

I keep different whores in my bed

Almost 11, I’m on my level

To keep it real with you I’m high as hell

It’s nothing around and I can’t be picky

But damn I hate taking 512s

It been half, she said like two words

Just met her, yo damn she shy as hell

I talk to guns today and nigga he told me to put all my cleans up

He like the jails gon' run all the streams up

I use to smell but I cleaned up

Now I put salt in my bath

K8 I’m feeling it all in my calves

Niggas just wasting they time

If they ain’t gon' talk about cash

On to the next now I’m off of my last

Bro hit my back I just coughed off the gas

Bitches on deck they gon' come in a half

Bitches on deck they gon' come

Right at ya neck if you stunt

Niggas is stepping out, family is stressing out

Niggas is checking out young

Young 79, he the one

Grinding the money gon' come

79 that boy the one

79 don’t forget young

79 that boy the one

Grinding the money gon' come

Took the royal blues off and put on my shadows

Know I gotta bring chalk whenever I travel

Good heart from the start but that didn’t matter

Niggas gon do whatever just hit the top of the ladder

I’m on my block and it’s ladders

Chopping it up, smoking one me and matta

Human made Corduroy Jacket

Jeans was 8 but that’s where I’m ashin' at

She keep on asking dumb questions

I’m like yo «don't ask me that»

79 we taking over, we bringing that crafty back

People want justice they running in stores with masks and bats

You better board your store, if not they trashing that

I grab like 3 box, Russian Cream Wood

Putting gas in that

I got the streets hot, school of hard of knock

I done passing that

We smoking cheetah piss and we all cooked

Bout' to crash off that

But why would you ask me that?