YG, Moneybagg Yo - Curry Jersey lyrics

400

I take my life way too serious
So don’t play with me
Can’t have that strap in certain states
But it stay with me
It got thirty shots on it like a Curry jersey
Get him hit broad day, call it public service
I'ma give your ass a makeover
Them bullets gone take over
Ain’t no game, you can’t play over
White chalk you like Crayola
Comin' from the bottom like me
How you hate on this shit?
I heard they want me dead
You gotta wait on that shit

Let me show you how I’m livin'
Take you on a tutorial
Smoke a three-five, totin' a thirty
I’m already a Warrior
You want beef
We throw cookouts like the day was Memorial
In LA, she overseas
I flew her in through LaGuardia
I’m worth too much, no fighting
Whole lotta bread, still viking
Kel Tech or a Glock-19, get hit
Sprayed up like Creed
Don’t think just 'cause I rap
All that cap gon' get you clapped
Nigga you not from the
Streets, might get lost
Need Google Maps
I’m back on that gang shit again
We goin' 400 Federal
I won’t get a plain wrist again
Eat up the drip like an edible
(Medicine)
DrumGod on the beat
A lot of money stackin' neat
(6'3")
Last second buzzer beater, alley hoop to YG

I take my life way too serious
So don’t play with me
Can’t have that strap in certain states
But it stay with me
It got thirty shots on it like a Curry jersey
Get him hit broad day, call it public service
I'ma give your ass a makeover
Them bullets gone take over
Ain’t no game, you can’t play over
White chalk you like Crayola
Comin' from the bottom like me
How you hate on this shit?
I heard they want me dead
You gotta wait on that shit
(400)

Wait, wait, wait, wait
Deuce deuce deuce, five forty, Glock, K
Brand new Jeep Wag', with no license plates
Incognito, hundred percent my tint rate
I’m striped out the game
I got the Glock on me bitch
I’m out on bail
I’m feelin like 2Pac in this bitch
If Psych see an opp
Then bodies might drop in this bitch
It's my life or your life and
You ain’t stopping me bitch
"YG put the gun down, have security around"
You the type to sound like
You have the police around
I take my life too serious
I never slip out of bounds
When YG come in town all the suwoops come out

I take my life way too serious
So don’t play with me
Can’t have that strap in certain states
But it stay with me
It got thirty shots on it like a Curry jersey
Get him hit broad day, call it public service
I'ma give your ass a makeover
Them bullets gone take over
Ain’t no game, you can’t play over
White chalk you like Crayola
Comin' from the bottom like me
How you hate on this shit?
I heard they want me dead
You gotta wait on that shit