Termanology - 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 Ride out my mama back hard they got served Still spitting small heads when we copping 'burbs I got shot, ate the bullets, they was all durs I only want it if it's wrapped up The bullets hit his body like a mad truck The blue money in the safe stacked up Gold cubs on the Pharell camo belt, macked up Ayo, throwing up red sticks, why a n***a starving Billy hash back, the prince just saw a n***a balling Uh, I throw the yay on the scale Rock it and ding, get rid of it like Mackle The O.G., why the hell n***as smell? 12 gold slugs mad Chanel (uhu) Shoot out some 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 yurro, they can't mess with your old friend I go in, the flow vary, plus the dairy is low end So sell whatever heat you got Pent L sit, home to scales while ordering pillwales at the pizza spot Used to run the streets a lot