Kurt Took Yo Man

Title: “Kurt Took Yo Man”

(Hard-hitting trap beat, deep 808s, catchy hook)

[Intro] (ad-libs, hyped-up energy)

(Ayy, what?!)

Kurt in the spot, yeah, he do it again,

Took your dude? Oh, that’s just how it’s been!

You was sleepin’, now you see the plan—

Too late, homie, Kurt took yo man!

(Kurt took yo man!) Yeah, he gone, he ain’t comin’ back,

(Kurt took yo man!) Now he ridin’ in the all-black Lac.

(Kurt took yo man!) Don’t be mad, yeah, you had your chance,

Shoulda held him tight, now we doin’ our dance!

Yeah, he slid in my DMs like, “What’s the move?”

Told him, “Pull up, let’s set the mood.”

Now he in my bed, yeah, it’s gettin’ deep,

You call his phone? Nah, he fell asleep.

I don’t chase, but they follow my lead,

I walk in the room, and they down on their knees.

Took your man quick, yeah, he switched teams,

Now he wearin’ my chain and fulfillin’ his dreams.

Oh, you mad? Oh, you tight?

Guess you shoulda treated him right.

Now he rollin’ with a king, real talk, no cap,

Had him once, but you ain’t gettin’ him back!

(Kurt took yo man!) Yeah, he gone, he ain’t comin’ back,

(Kurt took yo man!) Now he ridin’ in the all-black Lac.

(Kurt took yo man!) Don’t be mad, yeah, you had your chance,

Shoulda held him tight, now we doin’ our dance!

Snatched up your dude, now he ain’t lookin’ back,

Say he love my vibe, say I know what he lack.

Took him out the club, put him up in the suite,

Now he eatin’ good, five-star every week.

He don’t need stress, he don’t need lies,

He just need love and these premium thighs (Ha!).

Boy, I ain’t selfish, I just got taste,

If he built like a king, I’ma put him in place.

[Bridge] (beat slows down, whispered flow, hypnotic vibe)

Too late now, yeah, he all in my zone,

Changed his life, now he callin’ me home.

Once he leave, he ain’t never gon’ roam,

Shoulda done better—now he mine on the throne.

(Kurt took yo man!) Yeah, he gone, he ain’t comin’ back,

(Kurt took yo man!) Now he ridin’ in the all-black Lac.

(Kurt took yo man!) Don’t be mad, yeah, you had your chance,

Shoulda held him tight, now we doin’ our dance!

[Outro] (ad-libs, flexing energy)

(Ayy, what?!) Yeah, he ain’t comin’ back!

(Ayy, what?!) Yeah, he ridin’ in the Lac!

(Ayy, what?!) Shoulda treated him right,

Now he wrapped in my arms every damn night!