[Intro: Curren$y]

[Chorus: Curren$y]
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
All my bitches on the map
Don't let 'em know where we at
'Cause we really [?]
And them boys ain't used to shit
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my bitches on the map

[Verse 1: Curren$y]
I keep buying cars, I got a problem
I got room to park 'em but no time to drive 'em
Some of 'em [?], some of 'em got hydraulics
More exotics, more lowriders every time I drop a project
My homegirl suicidal, I [?]
I stay switching up and sliding
Try to identify 'em by the car he's driving
No tint on the windows, you can see inside her, I ain't hiding
Ain't doing shit but smoking fire
On my way to another million dollars, I'm plotting
'96 AMG [?] squatting
Got a sunroof in it but we don't blow no doja out it
We sitting in it, hotboxing
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
All my bitches on the map
Don't let 'em know where we at
'Cause we really [?]
And them boys ain't used to shit
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my bitches on the map

[Verse 2: Treety]
It's Lil Treety, you gon' trick or you gon' treat
Like the [?] 'cause he like to trick or treat
And I see no competition 'cause these hoes, they can't compete
And I ain't fighting with these bitches but these bullets make 'em leak, look
All of these bitches that's hating
They mad now, they has-beens
I been hot since hopscotch and double dutch, I'm that bitch
And if you saw my name I'd probably duck [?]
And if you bitches think you mad you gon' hate it when I pull up
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
All my bitches on the map
Don't let 'em know where we at
'Cause we really [?]
[?] shit
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my bitches on the map

[Verse 3: Kenneth Brother]
Look, get in what you put in
Ain't in the door but got my foot in
Like the [?] but we be pushing til the [?]
They telling us that we couldn't
'Cause we boys in the hood like Cuban Gooding
[?]
[?] run it up, stack stack
We don't know you, back back
I'm with Spitta, keep [?] n***as smoking pack pack
Don't let 'em know where we at
'Cause we be really having things
She fuck around with the Jets 'cause he ain't got it like that
[Chorus: Curren$y]
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
All my bitches on the map
Don't let 'em know where we at
'Cause we really [?]
And them boys ain't used to shit
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my n***as on the map
I don't know if they got it like that
Twenty-four inch [?] black
That was us, heart attack
All my bitches on the map