Alex Gaat - Curb Kicker Lyrics

She come through the crib
She ask where I live
She trippin if she think that ima lick
And everytime I'm bussin down down down
I just be walkin like I'm the shit
I walk w a stroke
I lie to these hoes
So now i know that they got no trust in shit
And my x bitch is buggin
Must be off the tussin
Treat me bad I remind her who this is
Oh Im bussin and bussin and bussin it down
All on my wrist and on my honeys now
These bitches aint shit I cant trust em now
Get her over my house back she rubbin now Ou
Tweak mode tweak mode
Yeah these bitches in tweak mode tweak mode
How you gonna try to play me
With a bum he a cinco cinco
Now I'm gonna have to slide in a benz
F*cked her friend once ima do it again
I'm picture perfect you fogging up the lens
I'm getting money no this shit aint a trend
Why that lil boy thought that I was the one
I been flashing bussin showin my gun
I Chop out the whip make that lil nigga run
Ima Chop out the whip yeah we do it for fun
Gettin money now they wantin to fight
I like juggin and robbin in the night
Balenciagas flyer than a kite
Don't like the pradas been runnin outa sight
Metro said flashbacks and these memories
Member nights that f*ck nigga aint bust for me
Outgrew all these bums nah these niggas aint cut for me
This boujee dick dont think that you gon f*ck for free
That itch was buggin treatin me like the dirt
Had to kick her to the curb
I'm in the stu phone on do not disturb
I told her only want her
I'm starting to think that my love is a curse
Now I just be getting nervous
She drink the alcohol on the weekend
But she actin like the bitch off a perk
Bitch was buggin treatin me like the dirt
Had to kick her to the curb
I'm in the stu phone on do not disturb
I told her only want her
I'm starting to think that my love is a curse
Now I just be getting nervous
She drink the alcohol on the weekend
But she actin like the bitch off a perk
I'm lighting it up
And I'm pourin sizzurp double cup
That bitch is a bust
Started moving different I cant trust
I'm feeling so yuck
Don't come around if you're looking for hugs nah
I'm feeling so yuck
Dont come around if you're looking for love
I said it was a dub now
She callin my name sayin wanna f*ck now
I been down on my luck now
I see an oppa than you know that ima buss now
Wanna big benz truck now
She say she leaving I dont really give a f*ck now
Getting closer blowin up now
Labels callin my phone wantin to meet up now
Labels try and pimp me nigga I need at least 50 ouu
Puttin on for my city shout out niggas f*ckin w me ouu
Investin in shooters try to run off and they gonna shoot at you
Stop testin yo luck boy i dont think that yo momma wanna lose you ouu
Stay out the way sayin my name
Unless you wanna meet my shooters
I'm off of the drugs feel like nova cane
I'm testin ya blood just like masuka
Take care of ya body like shit is a hobby
Show you how to shoot with a ruger
That nigga a lame he aint making no money
Ya new boyfriend swear he a loser
That bitch was buggin treatin me like the dirt
Had to kick her to the curb
I'm in the stu phone on do not disturb
I told her only want her
I'm starting to think that my love is a curse
Now I just be getting nervous
She drink the alcohol on the weekend
But she actin like the bitch off a perk