Curse

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]

Hey, check my résumé

T-t-to Bass be the glory

My dick go hard, eight (Oy, oy)

True facts, ayy, ayy (Class of 2017, fuck niggas)

Ayy

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]

Check my clock (Ayy), I can't stop (Ayy)

Fuck around, make my .40 pop (Pew, pew, ayy)

No Popcaan, I pop pistols (Yeah!)

Revenge my body, clothing no issue (Ah!)

Bitch you look sick, you need a tissue

You drop a body, I just might bless you (Ayy!)

I'm metro-sexual, no high cholesterol (Yeah!)

Where Jenny Craig? Bitch, let's get sexual (Yeah, yeah!)

[Verse 2: Bass Santana, XXXTENTACION]

Why the fuck I'd ever lie?

Pussy nigga, bet that pistol part of your disguise (Yeah!)

I could see it in your eyes

Runnin' from the reaper, fuck I'm not afraid to die

Bitches creepin' on my line

Got my main upset, these hoes I fucked and left behind

Need at least two at a time

Moved to foreign, took it over, lost my fuckin' mind

Instigatin's why I don't trust these bitches

Two-faced and lame-ass nigga

Gangbang for fame fake hitta

I ain't never seen squad wit' ya

I don't need a savior, fuck the faith

Cop myself an ounce and work the weight

Seen the Babylon around the way

Who the fuck they catchin'? Not today

[Chorus: Bass Santana, XXXTENTACION]

Ridin' 'round with sinners (Yeah!)

Flyin' on a Nimbus (Yeah!)

Spot a nigga slippin'

Hold on, roll down the window, yeah (Ah!)

Low-key schemin', mm (Yeah!)

Leave his momma screamin', yeah (Yeah!)

Curse these de-de—

Lo-Lord, curse these demons (Ah!)

[Verse 3: Coolie Cut]

Chase 'em with the fuckin' TEC (Ayy)

Hit 'em where it hurt, nigga make it work (Ayy, ayy, ayy)

I'ma make it squirt, nigga, I do dirt

Nigga, I'm a merc, put 'em in the earth

Pay me for the verse, put 'em in a hearse

Gotta finish first (Ayy), I just did my first (Yeah)

Protect me from my curse (From my curse, from my curse)

Ayy, yeah, bitch (Bitch)

[Verse 4: Kin$oul]

Bitch, I put in work, spittin' with a curse

Wouldn't be the first, how much is you worth?

Sell you tour merch, I just wanna fuck

I don't wanna flirt, why your feelings hurt?

Cha cha slide, all in that pussy

How you doin', love? Let's go make a movie

Body lookin' good, when you dress in Gucci

Love the chicken breast, bitin' on yo' booty

[Chorus: Bass Santana]

Ridin' 'round with sinners, mm

Flyin' on a Nimbus

Spot a nigga slippin'

Hold on, roll down the window, yeah

Low-key schemin', mm

Leave his momma screamin' (T-t-to Bass be the—), yeah

Curse these demons

Lo-Lord, curse these demons

[Outro: Bass Santana]

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