Got Me Bent - Guapdad 4000, Jace, Nate Curry

Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence

That’s what yo ass get for not making sense

Later bitch

I can’t necessarily get excited if it ain’t make me rich

Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit

They like, dang!

Where you get all that game?

Born and raised in it

I ain’t even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it

If it’s funk, pull up at yo door

Bitch we catering

Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it

I was getting glorious gawk-gawk from a Gloria

Too many drunken nights at the Waldorf Historia

Pull them to the side

The panties was from Victoria

Pussy give me drive for the future like DeLorean’s

Dreaming of dating Zendaya

Watching Euphoria

We both from The Town, its levels she many stories up

Way too horny of a Warrior, I’m a Whoreior

Niggas copy what I did but always do it cornier

Cartier’s on my cornea

I’m not a normie bruh

Bitches wanna hold me back

Never wanna hold me up

Texting G.O.A.T.'s like

Ain’t no fucking way he know me bruh

What the fuck he say?

Matter fact, he trying to hoe me bruh

I can’t let them get put me in my feelings

Throwing stone me up

Stone Island coat

Stone Cold stunner on a slut

I was rock hard getting sucked

At my ops candle light

No shame it was fun

They say, keep yo enemies close to the front

So I found every zero, now I’ll always be the one

Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence

That’s what yo ass get for not making sense

Later bitch

I can’t necessarily get excited if it ain’t make me rich

Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit

They like, dang!

Where you get all that game?

Born and raised in it

I ain’t even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it

If it’s funk, pull up at yo door

Bitch we catering

Countin bread in between her legs, while she play with it

She a Wilhelmina model

I took that hoe to Popeyes

She a rich bitch

But I’m still gone feed her hot fries

Most these rappers chicken

I’m ready with the pot pies

I knew I took his chick

The key is that we locked eyes

I’m ready for whatever, like white women up in Clueless

The flow ain’t have no tutor, so you know the shit is stupid

All my niggas shooting off the love, like they Cupid

All yo niggas young but they ain’t thug, so what you doing?

Bitch!

I’m in Bape from 2008

9:15, all my money straight

I’m feeling myself, don’t got to masturbate

I’m eating, I won’t pass the plate

Since my Grandma passed away

I been on these hoes

Just like birth control

Yeah, that pussy fire but it isn’t worth a Birkin though

Niggas switching sides

I-D-K which one they working for

Niggas wanna play until the mother fucking curtain close

I been paying all homage to my OG’s

Said she likes to smoke but she can’t really roll weed

When she licks me up, she on both knees

When I catch her out I’m like hoe, please!

Niggas got me bent, straddling the fence

That’s what yo ass get for not making sense

Later bitch

I can’t necessarily get excited if it ain’t make me rich

Sit back, watching niggas cap on my patient shit

They like, dang!

Where you get all that game?

Born and raised in it

I ain’t even really scratched the surface, barely grazing it

If it’s funk, pull up at yo door

Bitch we catering

Counting bread in between her legs, while she play with it