Curry Jersey

[Intro: YG]

400

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]

I take my life way too serious, so don’t play with me

Can’t have that strap in certain states, but it stay with me

It got thirty shots on it like a Curry jersey

Get him hit broad day, call it public service

I'ma give your ass a makeover, them bullets gone take over

Ain’t no game, you can’t play over, white chalk you like Crayola

Comin' from the bottom like me, how you hate on this shit?

I heard they want me dead, you gotta wait on that shit

[Verse 1: Moneybagg Yo]

Let me show you how I’m livin', take you on a tutorial

Smoke a three-five, totin' a thirty, I’m already a Warrior

You want beef, we throw cookouts like the day was Memorial

In LA, she overseas, I flew her in through LaGuardia

I’m worth too much, no fighting

Whole lotta bread, still viking

Kel-Tech or a Glock-19, get hit, sprayed up like Creed

Don’t think just 'cause I rap, all that cap gon' get you clapped

Nigga you not from the streets, might get lost, need Google Maps

I’m back on that gang shit again, we goin' 400 Federal

I won’t get a plain wrist again, eat up the drip like an edible (Medicine)

DrumGod on the beat, a lot of money stackin' neat (6'3")

Last second buzzer beater, alley-hoop to YG

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo & YG]

I take my life way too serious, so don’t play with me

Can’t have that strap in certain states, but it stay with me

It got thirty shots on it like a Curry jersey

Get him hit broad day, call it public service

I'ma give your ass a makeover, them bullets gone take over

Ain’t no game, you can’t play over, white chalk you like Crayola

Comin' from the bottom like me, how you hate on this shit?

I heard they want me dead, you gotta wait on that shit (400)

[Verse 2: YG]

Wait, wait, wait, wait

Deuce deuce deuce, five forty, Glock, K

Brand new Jeep Wag', with no license plates

Incognito, hundred percent my tint rate

I’m striped out the game, I got the Glock on me bitch

I’m out on bail, I’m feelin like 2Pac in this bitch

If Psych see an opp, then bodies might drop in this bitch

It's my life or your life and you ain’t stopping me bitch

"YG put the gun down, have security around"

You the type to sound like you have the police around

I take my life too serious, I never slip out of bounds

When YG come in town all the suwoops come out

[Chorus: Moneybagg Yo]

I take my life way too serious, so don’t play with me

Can’t have that strap in certain states, but it stay with me

It got thirty shots on it like a Curry jersey

Get him hit broad day, call it public service

I'ma give your ass a makeover, them bullets gone take over

Ain’t no game, you can’t play over, white chalk you like Crayola

Comin' from the bottom like me, how you hate on this shit?

I heard they want me dead, you gotta wait on that shit