YB Curtis
Monroe Freestyle
Can’t stand it when n***as be tryna’ play me like a dummy
Mane I just be sittin’ back then I be laughin’ them n***as hilarious plus they be funny
And bitches be trippin’ they thinkin’ I want ‘em but really I don’t I just wan’ get the money
She be ridin’ my dick and you know that she bouncin’ I call her that Lola you know she a bunny
I was up on the street and I saw me a dog so you know I just turnt around and started runnin’
I don’t fuck wit’ too many cause n***as be fakin’ and shit and it’s crazy because they be bummin’
And them n***as be pussy they don’t wanna come do no fightin’ so then they talk about gunnin’
And then they be snitchеs that don’t wanna get up in trouble so then thеy tellin’ whodunnit
And you think you the boss, but really you not, I think you just really forgettin’ who run it
And these bitches got feelings that be like a toilet it really be crazy cause they need some plungin’
And I find the shit funny whenever I hop on the beat, it feel like I’m up in the matrix
And them bitches be funny to me, they think I’m finna go up out my way and do some chasin’
Do you really wanna come be my baby?
Or do you just wanna come and just play me?
I be steady watchin’ angles they be adjacent
I be puttin’ my feelings right up on the pavement
I just look in the air and them bitches they wanna come stare, but bitch, you don’t even care
Call me that Ric cause you know I got flair
And you know I got drip that you see that I wear
And I know I’m not livin’ right out in the woods, but I fuckin’ that bit like a bear
And you see I be grabbin’ all up on her hair
Then I put that girl down and sit her in a chair
Mane you really wanna try to put me down
But n***as they know I stand on ten toes
That lil’ n***a actin’ like he a clown
And I never be sleep cause you know I be woke
And you know I be grabbin’ that bit by the throat
Mane she want me to do it cause she wanna choke
‘Bout five months ago, you know we had snow
Mane I can’t never stop, cause I just wanna go
I had a lil’ n***a who was tryna’ roll
Mane, God just bless his soul
I told his lil’ friends to go tell his ass I’m not even gonna leave his ass woke
Because I just knew that that n***a ain’t bold
My n***a had told me mane Curtis you can’t
And then I looked down, all at the ground, and then I looked up, cause I had to think
Mane I really be chillin’ and then I save up, cause I gotta put my money in the bank
You askin’ me who made the beat, my n***a T.K. n***a who you think?
Baby Joker mane, he the producer my n***a gon’ put this shit down on a pane
And if you don’t know who YB Curtis is n***a then I guess you gotta learn my name
Bitch you thought it was over?
Hell naw, mane what do you mean?
Them n***as they know that I really be dripped out, n***a gon’ and call me Mr. Clean
I be lookin’ at her while she lookin’ at me and we really be thinkin’ we finna make a scene
I really just freestyle, then I write
And you know when I get the book I use Ink
I really don’t understand why these bitch ass n***as have this animosity
I don’t even wanna go and just do shit cause it’s gon’ pay a big cost to me
I ain’t no kisser but when I be kissin’ you know she just wanna give her lip gloss to me
And these n***as be hoes and they really be crazy and then they just realize they can’t be a boss to me