Lyrics Kur – Tabacco Town

Kur:
I feel like all these niggas in the way
If you ain’t tryna get it, you in the way
Sittin around, sittin around

Them little quarters I was grabbin, they ain’t pay for shit
Real 2012 niggas wasn’t playin my shit
Dropped pound cake, niggas breakin up with their bitch
I done upgrade since then, stay on my shit
So long, long time, I was prayin for this shit
I remember spittin rhymes out the basement and shit
I was tryna make dubs, so I straightened the shit
Ain’t tell m how I’m coming, I’m creative as shit
When it’s dark out, don’t go out, stay in the crib
Ain’t matter if it’s cold, we goin stay on the drip
Shit, going slow, catch me in the mix
I was tryna play the phone, parked up in the whip
My little sister counting on me, can’t fuck up this shit
White bands on me, I’m in the back, roll me up some shit
Me and the fam too popular to post on the strip
I still post in the strip, be there for the niggas that be going through shit
Grab a couple gang, start blowin this shit
Anybod stunt on us, we start throwin that shit
Before I had fame, I was off in them nicks
Really in my hood, I’m there often as shit
All the times I lay, bout to spark up again
I been humble, but I’m ready to start talkin my shit
Had times in my life when I was ready to quit
It was real fucked up, but I ain’t settle for shit
I remember wearin Pradas, but they wasn’t legit

I feel like all these niggas in the way
If you ain’t tryna get it, you in the way
Sittin around, sittin around
Me and my niggas ain’t sittin around, we gettin it

Casey Veggies:
Fuck sittin around, I gotta get it
Shout out my niggas that’s rockin with it
Remember I didn’t have a pot to piss in
Now every day I pull up in something different
Catch me in the Rari, or something wikid
Your chick is a black belt, she tryna kick it
Guns on the shoulder, my soldiers ready
Got the mic in her hand, and she hold it steady
Been winnin so long, haters don’t effect me
I don’t chop Bs like my name Versetti
We get it by any means nesisary
Got a chick on my lap, and she vegitary
Or maybe vegan, late night we be creepin
Oh man, we be ballen, eatin all weekend
You ain’t take me out, I be playin all season
I’m that young guy, that you see and believe in
Yeah, they pray for me
They should through a parade for me
Them young kids, they line up and wait for me
They the ones that made a way for me
She act like she wanted a date from me
Shauty so sweet like a Paistrey
And I’m gettin that bread like a bakery
Don’t try to beat it, you can’t take me
Out in Philly gettin Cheese Stakes, they poppin wealies on the speadway
They tryna give me 3, but I need 8
In that bank account, I’m goin leaves K
Fuck all that he say she say
Girl, we could do this in a 3 way
Shout out to the DJ
He keep the party on replay

Kur:
I feel like all these niggas in the way
If you ain’t tryna get it, you in the way
Sittin around, sittin around
Me and my niggas ain’t sittin around, we gettin it