MXRS - Curtains Lyrics

Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
And my niggas popping beans it looks like they eating chili
Gotta get it any way, now they say I'm Machiavelli
Give a fuck about a dime when you got a pretty penny
In the SUV six deep, in the six that's my city
Niggas in the background, talking like they front line
Said they dumping trays, they weren't even in the lunch line
All them niggas sleeping on me sit up when it's crunch time
Went to prom alone, so I'm accustomed to them punch lines
Pussy nigga know I'm back now
Used to boo me but they clap now
No more slouching gotta stand proud
Bad mind got a bad mouth
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
They ain't sticking to the script, so I really had to line em
Feel like Shakespeare I get dramatic when I'm rhyming
And they won't ever run down on me they don't wanna see me violent
And I know I can get rowdy but I'm loudest when I'm silent
They really tried to switch on me
Like I don't keep a switch on me
I keep it in my jeans homie
You know I'm moving cautiously
I'll fry a nigga like a hash brown, nigga get down
If he talking through his teeth, I can get them yanked out
I don't listen when he tap out, til' he pass out
Wrist glistens in the night time fuck a blackout
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner

Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
And my niggas popping beans it looks like they eating chili
Gotta get it any way, now they say I'm Machiavelli
Give a fuck about a dime when you got a pretty penny
In the SUV six deep, in the six that's my city
Niggas in the background, talking like they front line
Said they dumping trays, they weren't even in the lunch line
All them niggas sleeping on me sit up when it's crunch time
Went to prom alone, so I'm accustomed to them punch lines
Pussy nigga know I'm back now
Used to boo me but they clap now
No more slouching gotta stand proud
Bad mind got a bad mouth
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
They ain't sticking to the script, so I really had to line em
Feel like Shakespeare I get dramatic when I'm rhyming
And they won't ever run down on me they don't wanna see me violent
And I know I can get rowdy but I'm loudest when I'm silent
They really tried to switch on me
Like I don't keep a switch on me
I keep it in my jeans homie
You know I'm moving cautiously
I'll fry a nigga like a hash brown, nigga get down
If he talking through his teeth, I can get them yanked out
I don't listen when he tap out, til' he pass out
Wrist glistens in the night time fuck a blackout
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner
Swear that they don't want no drama
Cause' when it's curtains, clothes dripping like designer
And if it's shells boy I hope you ordered pasta
Hit your misses we don't miss bitch you a goner