svpreme ink – curve lyrics
[chorus]
hustlin’ for all these confetti
servin’ the sauce, it could get messy
you wanted war, let’s not be petty
trap lookin’ steady, that pack lookin’ heavy
hustlin’ for all these confetti
servin’ the sauce, it could get messy
you wanted war, let’s not be petty
trap lookin’ steady, that pack lookin’ heavy
[verse 1]
hold that pack, roll the wax
if she really wanna feel the better, know that’s tax
i don’t got no time, why you playin’ this game?
i’ve been servin’ all day and movin’ weight in the range, okay
i like it, i want it, i got it
hustlin’ hard for the profit
you try me, i promise i’ll handle a scandal, this ain’t really nothin’ i’m honest
trap [?] is boomin’, block is so hot when i’m in it
all of ’em talkin’, they lookin’, they watchin’, you makin’ me disappear
i ain’t really worried man it’s okay
all you n-gg-s thirsty, man it’s no shade
i am just here for the ‘fetti, i’m on it, i’m ready, when it comes to this it’s no game
got that sauce drippin’, that trap lit, that hustle down to a t
got that good-good and that loud-loud, you can talk or swear it’s no heat, hey
[chorus]
hustlin’ for all these confetti
servin’ the sauce, it could get messy
you wanted war, let’s not be petty
trap lookin’ steady, that pack lookin’ heavy
hustlin’ for all these confetti
servin’ the sauce, it could get messy
you wanted war, let’s not be petty
trap lookin’ steady, that pack lookin’ heavy
[verse 2]
swear to god i’m way up
hustlin’ hard get the weight up
chasin’ the ‘fetti, no [?] get top while i lay up
got that molly rockin’, that hennessy
no sh-t i’m lit as good chemistry
i don’t trust you n-gg-s, you movin’ weird
and i don’t break bread with no traitor
these b-tches be so wetty ’cause they lovin’ how we livin’
all this motherf-ckin’ money got the sauce, that sh-t be drippin’
every record is a piece of me, you know them pieces h-ttin’
we just cook it in the kitchen, recipe is on 150, wooh
slow it down
got a shorty to answer the phone now
she good, money flowin’ in my hometown
want war, what it do? i got more rounds
that raw white, that good green
them blues make your mood swing
they call me steph’ when i link chef, or it’s the way i move things
[chorus]
hustlin’ for all these confetti
servin’ the sauce, it could get messy
you wanted war, let’s not be petty
trap lookin’ steady, that pack lookin’ heavy
hustlin’ for all these confetti
servin’ the sauce, it could get messy
you wanted war, let’s not be petty
trap lookin’ steady, that pack lookin’ heavy
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