Curry Jersey (feat. YG)

400 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 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 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) 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 sues come out 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