This is a song about "Ball all this nigga like curry"

Pacing, racing on this track like horses, nigga, place ya bets,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Call me a warrior, not because i like curry

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

Fucking ball like a clipper and knicker,

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Levitate a ball like a magic trick,

On a bad night i'll get a couple threes like stephon curry

Shoutout to maybach music, my logic is getting money

It ain't hard, swear to god, these niggas ain't real at all

They tryna act tough, bitch i'll throw you like a ball

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

Yo come get this destroyed for curry

Sit on my middle finger and spin like a disco ball

It ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all