Space Danco - Curtis Williams

Who them young niggas blowing loud in the Dutch, all Raw no Swishers

I’m just trying to make a lot of money bring it home split it up with my niggas

Been told you box logos no v-necks keep it G till a young nigga finished

Know these boys see your nigga winning they don’t wanna see this young nigga

with it

Got a check and put them crosses on my denim

Bedroom like Jimmy’s I be swimming in the woman

Brand new Bape and I wore it for the bitches

Went and made a lot bitch I’m still trying to get it

Said I wanted a M, ask label what I got

Roll it and I smoke it if I want it then I cop

Guess that’s how you living when you start living

The way a nigga stunting hurt a nigga’s feelings

I ain’t drop a verse unless I’m finna get paid or I’m fucking with my brothers

(on the real)

Then i told my brother curtis imma have the beat wrapped up like a cover

Fuck you chatting bout if it ain’t me

This is Danny Seth, I ain’t Danny Glover (Danny Seth motherfucker)

And the clothes I’m rocking so fucking rare just to find them man think you

need a compass

My hand up in your girl like she’s a puppet

And I’m repping london city like a motherfucking crumpet

Always blowing on the loud so man I’m feeling like a trumpet

And if you hear the *skrr skrr* then that means I’m fucking coming

I ain’t fuck with police cause I’m never ever cuffing

Put the dick inside her mouth it touch her tummy

Nike boy the way I fucking run it

Two-9 thats my family like cousins

So much Bape on me like a dark skin Nigo

Pockets on fat jeans looking like casino

All my real niggas keep a gun by the peep hole

Don’t point a gun at my people

If you got a problem we can solve it calculator

My niggas keep machine guns careless no Slater

I’m going hard for my paper

If you intervene in between see you later

My plug got the 9 with a beam in the drum

My nigga could see the beam on the sun

Bitch i had a dream and i wrote in my blunt

Woke up and got to the money like where the fuck is the money

Say my name I appear like that tall black nigga with bees

Couple reds and blues, like Jigga with Bey

Nah nigga I see shots delivered at me

I chill, I sick, kill

I dog so i sit

So much Bape on me like a dark skin Nigo

Pockets on fat jeans looking like casino

All my real niggas keep a gun by the peep hole (gun by the peep hole)

It’s the Light Skin Mac-11

I was dead broke with no daddy present

Had me feeling like Pac with that Smith and Wesson

Can’t a nigga tell me nothing bout no fucking pressure

Now I’m looking like Biggie in his black Jeep

Codeine got me moving at a slow speed

Pull up to my shows name in the Marquee

I’m in the back seat counting up currency

And my last bitch is white she don’t fuck with me

I’m a giant on the building know you fucking see

Master mind got me feeling like Mawasaki

Ruff-Ryder do a wheelie on the Kawasaki