Curren$y, Harry Fraud ft. Styles P - KITT Lyrics

Spitta, what up (yeah)
Fraud, what up (yeah)
This that fly shit (keep the E in it, Chevy's on switches, baby)
Right up my alley (we smokin' weed in it)
(La musica de Harry Fraud)

She got the combination to the safe memorized
Gathered the contents and slide
We rehearsed the move like several times
Don't hesitate when you inside, that's how many others died
It's a lot that come with this life
Big money, cars, take dangerous rides
Livin' like stars, millionaires pushin' the line
Passed out before I got a chance to pray to God and ask him to let us survive
Eastside New Orleans, Trans-Am slide
Supersport Camaros, Corvettes and foreigns in a line
Quarantine made it harder to stunt
But I'm still finna order new wheels for my truck
I been prepared for some shit like this, been savin' up
And I'm still stackin' while my brand new tires scratchin'
For my son, I'm settin' a player-ass example
Show that boy how cool his daddy is
Bitches call me daddy too, but she not my kid
She call you about the phone bill, buy her a new fridge
She call me to feel it in her ribs
The four settings on my wrist, presidential with no diamonds bitch
Front of the plane, where you can't sit
Acquired what you can't get
Password required for entrance
We can tell you ain't a member here
Fishin' for styles in a recycle bin, yeah

"The latest car chase looked like pure showbiz
Police say they've never seen anything like it
Two suspects put the top down on a convertible
Sped through the rain and showed off four bystanders
Top down on the convertible, that's kind of nuts"

Got a house I ain't sleep in yet
Sea plane to a private island
And if you ain't get to meet me yet (I'm Ghost)
They call me Ghost, I'm a God if you ain't greet me yet
Down shiftin' in somethin' foreign, should see me drift
I drift off in my thoughts and make a dope rap up (I do)
God forbid I back slide and pick the coke back up (you know it)
Got no time for the drama, they love me in the trenches
El Jefe of the mud (El Jefe), you are lookin' a little for me
Probably hittin' (?) in a sick boat, big float (big float)
Supercharger turbo in the whip, yeah, it's skid row
Know I'm blastin' Death Row (you know), know I'm blastin' Esco (you know)
Probably playin' show room, right out of the showroom
Need some motivation, nigga, look at me (look at me), let's go (let's go)
Entrepreneur, so raw, right on the tenth floor (facts)
Gettin' bent, bumpin' to my niggas, I get bent more (let's get bent)
Air shit out, let me rhyme, I'ma vent y'all (let me rhyme)
Kill a big, take the key, fuck I need a 10-4? (fuck I need a 10-4?)
Call the plug, he gon' come any time you send for
Never play with me if you know what a bullet's meant for (never)
Jet Life, D-Block (D-Block), niggas should repent more
Ghost!

"For these two men running from the police
Turned into a bizarre scene right out of a Hollywood movie"