Nastee - The Curve lyrics

[Intro] Hopefully, I'm moving on Resigning to chill We've been dealing with some things The reason, the reason goes particular, ideas are so important to me [Verse 1: Westside Gunn & Conway] Yo, clip so long you got a curve Right out my mama back hall they got served Still spitting small heads when we copping 'burbs I got shot, ate the bullets, they was hors d'oeuvres I only want it if it's wrapped up The bullets hit his body like a mac truck The blue money in the safe stacked up Gold cuffs on the Ferragamo belt, mac tucked Ayo, throwing up red sticks, why you n***as starving Billy hatchback, the prince just saw a n***a balling Uh, I throw the yay-o on the scale Rock it and then, get rid of it like McHale The O.G., white as hell, n***a smell! 12 gold slugs mad Chanel (uhu) Shoot outs in broad day, baby 100K shipped from Haiti [Verse 2: Your Old Droog] If I was you, I'd hate me too MCs is rhyming over beats that I used to hear on KTU Sounded mad euro, they can't mess with your old friend I go in, the flow vary, plus theory is low end So send whatever heat you got Pen ill sh**, home to scales while ordering pinwheels at the pizza spot Used to run the streets a lot Like Manolo, hollering at b**hes in the [?] that he eats the twat [Verse 3: Termanology] North Face, f** a mink Northside, tuck ya link b**h you better bring me a bottle, cuz motha f** a drink My scale fiends for that hundred grams Kidnap ya lil queen for that 100 bands Have her doing acrobatics in the trunk Her lil heart beat boxing, every time we hit a bump I'm a savage, I'll shoot the f**ing cabbage off of a Trump In a Bill Clinton shirt, rocks crackling in the blunt Too much rust on the hammer gotta wear gloves Shaved knuckles and hands, about to k** the plug Tried to trade in my guns but I was still in love I'm young Vito, runnin' numbers and stealing rugs Half a brick on the table in all dubs My hands all stiff from the razor and all numb My click them boriqua cats that stab thugs My whole team Cypress Hill fans, we blast Muggs