'86 Testarossa

[Intro: Curren$y]

La Música de Harry Fraud

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1: Curren$y]

Angel on the hood, the hustler that could

From bad make good, from one make dual

From that make plural, multiple, quadruple

Lamborghinis revving in the warehouse in neutral

Music been fruitful, can't complain

But for sure it's some sucker-ass niggas in the game

Can't put change on everybody

We get fucked up when you get sloppy

After this, watch niggas copy

Tried to, but fall hella short, probably

Carphone in a Baby Hammer

Ducktail spoiler, with the radar scanner

Shе bought me a new tracksuit evеry day I stayed with her in Atlanta

So I left her with a handful

Sorry, baby girl, I gotta scramble

You know how your mans do

[Interlude]

Damn

What's the matter?

Bergen's taken the Testarossa

[Verse 2: Rome Streetz]

Ayo, German engine in the car

Big joints sound stuffed, cigars (Yeah)

No luck, this glory to God (Uh huh)

Nah, this ain't no overnight shit

I been grindin' hella hard, turned nothin' to a nice flip (I did)

Fucked up life, had me stuck in a tight grip

Battling vices, taking L's like the dice trick, flight risk (Yeah)

Now it's twice the rent for my Nike kicks (Haha)

On planes, high as a kite, Jet Life, bitch (Yeah)

Lately life's lit, can't complain, I see no comp'

All these niggas is playin', been speedin' in my lane

Married the game, never broke a promise (Uh huh)

I need a boatload of dollars

Hopping out 'Rari like Philip Michael Thomas or Collins (Yeah)

Fuck college, made commas off of my street knowledge (Yeah)

Everybody eats, now we on shit brick by brick

I built this, now pricks wanna be partners (Yeah)

'Fuck outta here

[Outro]

After I pick up Acosta and meet Levec, we go to the drop

How are you gonna give us the location?

There's no way I'll be able to do that. Acosta's Colombian, he doesn't trust Anglos. It has to be me