Letras:
Curren Y Covert Coup Ep

Take this opportunity to roll up Locate your lighters [Verse 1: Curren$y] Laced, David Robinson's ? moccasins Matt black paint polished rims Fuck you

Verse: Ugh, I call my brother sun cause he shine like, noon time, Alaska on the turn pipe. Maneuvering mine GT5, my nerves is ice. I wouldn't change none

[Verse 1 - Currensy] Showing no signs of letting up Still kick you in the head like I think You on the verge of getting up No mercy, Cobra Kai, Cobra

Let the little homie kick it in the auto shop wit us As long as he can make store runs and keep his mouth shut. Same way I came up, all my triple ovals

(Jet life) White carpet in my star face house No one to gon dis on my scar faced spouse My IV the twisted reefer and delivering that dough To the front