2016 XXL Freshman Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Rest in power, it’s all about power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you’ll have is sour
Diesel, n*ggas will smoke your ass with half the juice, riding around in a all black coupe, couple of b*tches that’s ready to shoot, sh*t
Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping with 40k on us and cigarette butts
f*cking around with the up at you London will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Evergo overload, cranium overdose, then the cascade, what the f*ck is the house?
Click I get pout, pictures a wrap, Tierra my witness I pray for her now
Young and I’m restless will turn with the past, clicking that new sh*t, put on the gas, none of you n*ggas is acting that jam, don’t tee with that new Cyphering class
Green gun, particles, turn you into molecules, planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I’ll take you to my panic room

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
All these, n*ggas stealing my style, can I get my flow back? Yeah, bob on that b*tch like Kodak, yeah, b*tch you know that, yeah, I’ll push your sh*t old back (Oo Oo)
Told that b*tch I got money, ay (Oo)
Counting them hunnids, it’s nothing, ay
Told that b*tch I got money, ay, tell that lil b*tch that it’s nothing, ay
(Skrrt Skrrt Ta)
Hit that b*tch right from the back she
Got turkey I knock out that b*tch like It’s stuffing (Skrrt Skrrt Ta) (Okay)
Yeah, told that lil b*tch that I’m with it, tell that lil b*tch that I’m with it, ay, what?
21, Lil Boat, yeah, Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah, Kodak do the most, yeah
Told that lil b*tch I got all the money, I swear this sh*t is just nothing
I just be dancing right up on that b*tch, yeah, what you be stunting?

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]
(Gangsta Brezeel)
Down with no gainer, that boy not my friend
I hang with my gang, this ain’t game to feel all of my pain
When I was struggling through the rain, when I had no guap with no ice
Wasn’t no food but rice, all of these b*tches, they want me but they get one night
f*ck em’, I don’t give a f*ck what you saying, b*tch n*gga know I ain’t playing
I’m bout my fetti, talented armor we ready, f*ck up that n*gga if he talking too heavy, I’m bout it
Chains on my neck cost me Twenty, look at your diamonds your diamonds look cloudy, they fake
Young n*gga in the Gucci stands, f*ck with me if you wanna die, young n*gga, I don’t want no suit and ties, f*ck no, Lil Boat!

[Verse 4: 21 Savage]
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, (Gangsta Brezeel)
I sent my b*tch to the store cause we ran out of soda (What?)
b*tch I’m tryna cook this yola (21)
Hunnid round drum at the bottom of that sh*t (doot doot doot doot)
Chop a n*gga down like a f*cking lawnmower (Grrrrrrr)
AK-47 round my motherf*cking shoulder (21)
Pulled up in a rover then I pulled off on a pistol
Pulled up on yo b*tch she sucked my di*k and then you kissed her (Goddamn!)
Young Savage b*tch and I don’t play around with them swishers (Huh?)
I just smoked them woods (Yeah!)
b*tch I’m from the hood (Yeah!)
Zone 6 bought a crashed on you can’t go there
21 gang b*tch (21 21)
I’m in NYC I think I gotta f*cking show them (Yeah!)
Hold up
Rollie on my wrist
Rollie on my b*tch (What?)
30 on my waist (What?)
30 to your face (Yeah!)
60 to your face (Yeah!)
90 to your face (Yeah!)
That’s a closed case (Yeah!)
You a old n*gga
Man you washed up
Young Savage man I got my car washed up
Pulled up in a muthaf*cking like a washed uh
The I pulled up in a motherf*cking Brink’s truck
21, 21, 21, 21

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]
Now who the f*ck picked this lil sorry ass beat
I’m from the ugly corner man them lil sorry ass streets
Damn homie, I’m the one who let yo starving ass eat
You was hungry, I ain’t have to let yo sorry ass eat
My cousin G Wayne got out for manslaughter last week
Gave my dog a buck-fifty that n*gga brought me back three
I’m a— n*gga broad and get up all in them cheeks ta
They dead fly