Curly J Bag Different Lyrics

[Intro]
We love you Curly J
I want Gucci on my toes and I want Louis on my shirt
Shawty please don't fall in love 'cause if your heart break then it gon' hurt
Yeah I came straight from the mud so you know I put in work

[Pre-Chorus]
Shawty didn't like my songs and now she dancing to the beat
No she can't forget my words, shawty got me on repeat
Shawty didn't like my songs and now she dancing to the beat
No she can't forget my words, shawty got me on repeat

[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I'm chillin' in 2's and they had the cups they pulled up with 4
They wasn't with me, they wasn't rocking with niggas, they wasn't all rocking before
I had to really go turn up for niggas, that's how they know me and now they askin' for more
They wasn't with me and now they want features and all, these haters they knockin' my door
These niggas ain't workin', they can't take my bitch, my bitch is curving, swerving
Bitch, I shoot my shot like Kyrie Irving
Back in the days if you really had beef with a nigga then you could go meet with a nigga
Shoutout to Quin, I know how you feel 'lil bro 'cause now they wanna eat with a nigga
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it but this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga but none of them f*cking with me
One day I'll be the king of the melodies
Bad bitches, you should see what they sending me
She ain't want me now she wanna get next to me
Niggas be faking, they just want my recipe
[Verse]
I want Designer, Gucci and Louis
I'm with a bitch, she bad and boujee
Niggas be shooting like Call of Duty
Got no friends, no I'm just like Uzi I want an iced out wrist watch
I f*ck your girl in my flip flops
Oh you mad, get yo shit popped
I'm up next in Hip-Hop
I came straight from nothing lil nigga so ain't no way I could stop
Niggas wanna be like me but there's something in the way like a god damn roadblock
Nigga don't try to diss me cause if you talk shit I'mma make the show stop
Niggas stay tryna catch up to me but they wasting all that Tik-Tok

[Chorus]
I was the nigga, I'm chillin' in 2's and they had the cups they pulled up with 4
They wasn't with me, they wasn't rocking with niggas, they wasn't all rocking before
I had to really go turn up for niggas, that's how they know me and now they askin' for more
They wasn't with me and now they want features and all, these haters they knockin' my door
These niggas ain't workin', they can't take my bitch, my bitch is curving, swerving
Bitch, I shoot my shot like Kyrie Irving
Back in the days if you really had beef with a nigga then you could go meet with a nigga
Shoutout to Quin, I know how you feel 'lil bro 'cause now they wanna eat with a nigga
Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it but this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga but none of them f*cking with me
One day I'll be the king of the melodies
Bad bitches, you should see what they sending me
She ain't want me now she wanna get next to me
Niggas be faking, they just want my recipe
[Outro]
(Hopped in my bag, I had to go get it but this shit is different than how it should be
All these haters, they wanna copy a nigga but none of them f*cking with me)