Curly Shirley

[Verse 1: Jay Ant] I'm paper chasin', why you pay for racin'? This ain't no race, if you gon' get it, you gotta be patient Why y'all be trippin'? You know me, I chill like whatever If it's gon', it's gon' happen, so it's whatever Look I'm coming for the top so get yo shit together Cause I'm hot like when the sun is beamin' on yo lever Get it back, come with three hundred niggas like a Spartan Tell em I got juice like a carton Talkin' that shit I beg you pardon You ain't gon' finish but you startin' Juicy fruit, I got that flavor, I don't do no favors Cause favors never end up with me ever getting paper I learned that from my father, shout out to my father All I know is real cause that's the way that I was brought up I keep it real with these bosses, you don't never see me caught up Too far on these niggas, I can never see y'all part up On the road like 3.0, straight about that five-one-O All these niggas know what's up, they just act like they don't know [Hook: Jay Ant]×4 Who? Curly Shirley Curly Shirley I'm on a row Who? Curly Shirley [Verse 2: IamSu!] My name is S-U-Explanation, I be movin', they be hatin' Probably mad cause no-one listens they be makin' Get that dough and chill, I live that live like so for real It's candy rain I can't be tanned, she can not help a closer deal Like a contract, I get it, if I want that I'm sippin' on that bombay, so high I might lose contact Like a drop car, boss men, shot call She fuckin' with them real niggas, and it's not y'all Ah, I'm getting head like a car light I'm from the Rich and you'll get dealt with if the card's right My bitch just star tight, we live that Mars live Her pussy tighter than a grip and her jugs tight I'm the man, Kobe Bryant's who I ball like A recon ball's exactly what I hit the mall like HBK Gang, yeah we all tight Hittin' hard as cannon balls on the concrete [Hook]×3