Currensy - Walkie Talkies Feat. Young Roddy Lyrics
[Verse 1: Curren$y]Uh, colder than the airportMusic hustling ducking the rap task forceMan, I'm just tryna cop my mans a PorscheWhiten these drugs until my hands get soreManeuvering, Cuban link 24 karatsWho did you think was coming to dinner it wasn't the parentYour nigga Spitta, smellin' like a pound of that killaOpen the window, these suckers lungs too tenderHomes I been in it, for more than a minuteFathering styles, lot of the niggas is just my littlesI'mma stop, with one button stuntin' dissolve the topOpen air, in something rare[Verse 2: Young Roddy]Them niggas got blood stains all on the dollar billBut they don't care they rinse it off 'til ain't nothin' thereHad to keep my kicks clean, may not get another pairShit hard where the ***** I'm coming from they play it rawMy God, I'm tired I've been running from the lawEven runnin' up the cars they want me dead behind bars, no sirMomma got another gig moved on her own turfOnly fist fights around that time nobody got murkedUntil they started playin' with bangersNobody got caught until they started pointing fingersSinking, ain't that a *****I stay fatigued down on some battle shitI never tell I ain't on no Donnie Brasco shitI'm on Sosa this life made me a soldierI'm no Tony I never turn on my homie boyThis ain't no country for the wack and the phony boyThis shit could get wicked in this New Jet City nigga
