We start working And we, get them bricks on the weekend, by Monday we start working She only love me for the moment, I hit her then start curving Hugging the block all night that young nigga be curb serving And them old heads hating on a young nigga they don’t know you serve a purpose Yeah, hugging the curb Hugging the, hugging the, hugging the, hugging the curb Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Cooking these birds I sip me a syrup I pop me a percity perc And the bitch tryna fuck me and G65 She look in my eyes and start crying That bitch know I got death in my eyes Real D-boy, slagging them pies Standing on the block even when it was cold, yeah, posted like a light post Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Gotta know I’m gon' take over the rap game and I put that on my dog Nigga Quay got 10 years sitting in the feds, nigga I pick up every call And a nigga ain’t tripping when a bitch nigga dead, and I promise that’s on ma Slap a 100-round drum on a stick, when you pull in my hood we checking your card Wooo My bitch she a one-of-one Yeah, trapping the 1st & the 3rd Serving these birds on the curb Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the curb, yeah Hugging the, hugging the curb, yeah