CURTAINS - Melvoni

KimJ with the heat

Kookup, wassup

My name is Baby Face Nel

But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it

I move with a .38 comes with no shells and no tracin'

We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh

They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking

We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky

Makin' them nervous, everyone seen a body drop

We don’t do shit behind the curtains

They call me «Mel» but it ain’t for «Melly»

But bitch I’m still a menace

We see a opp and we send him to heaven

We comin' for vengeance

Keep talkin' cuz my MAC still got like eleven

No plead and no beggin'

You see the gang but ain’t check in then prey to a motherfuckin' reverend

Only God can save you, from me

Puttin' a hole in your face like a bagel

I’m in the back in all black

And this jacket ain’t puffy it’s all straps

Heard the opp niggas rappin' they all wack

Talk about what we did man it’s all facts

Talk about what they did and it’s all cap

Fuck around get your whole crew clapped

Whack-a-moley we get your whole crew whacked

'Cause y’all niggas still on that hoe shit

I come through and we bully your whole clique

Hit 'em up and I feel like a culprit

Got the drop I know just where your folks live

I call Retro we pull up and blow shit

You call police and we do not know shit

Got your neighbors like «what's that commotion?»

And we just keep knockin' and knockin' and knockin' and knockin'

Your skull 'til it open

And my niggas all at the function

My trigger finger ashy, it need lotion

Put all the opps in the bag just like groceries

Ain’t gettin' no bread but we still gon' toast it

I been gettin' this cake and my pockets is bacon

I’m golden like Curry they see I’m Jamaican

Your bitch on my dick and I swear she so basic

Nut on her face and she just wanna taste it

I know how the feds is

Popped out with all of my steppers

We came in, with a whole lotta F. N and Berettas

Stackin' my cheddar

Your bitch see me doin' my thing so she left with the gang and you let her

You couldn’t do better, only do worse

I fucked the opps mom, hit him where it hurts

Hit him where it hurts, huh?

Fuck that, I wanna put him on a shirt

I wanna put him in the dirt

I want him put hands on me first

Can’t let him put hands on me first

Hollow tips, hit 'em up, rip 'em up

Too bad, get repaired

Paramedics, pick him up, grip him up

And get him the fuck out of here

Come to your block and I’m throwin' bombs

Won’t need the assist I threw him the lob, gang

My name is Baby Face Nel

But take out the Nel so then make the APM replace it

I move with a .38 comes with no shells and no tracin'

We turn your block from a full house into vacant, uh

They cannot hurt me, my killers lurking

We doing drugs and we don’t need a perky

Makin' them nervous, everyone seen a body drop

We don’t do shit behind the curtains