The Cypher, Pt. 1 lyrics

[Yvng Blood - Intro]
(Yvng Blood, King Reelistik, Kevin the Flexer, let’s do this rap, let’s do this cypher)

Let’s go (Let’s go)

[Verse 1 - Yvng Blood]
We rap professional, Lil di*ky
Only 15 with big dreams and a big team
We rap so fast like a jet-ski
Like John Cena, you can’t see me
Pull up on you, no split screen
We’ll spray you like fabreeze
I got shooters on you like skinny jeans
I only roll with the G-team
Rollin’ with my OG, n*ggas day one
n*gga prove me
I rap so fast it may kill the beat
And the ice on me, yeah, Jesus piece

We can do the dash then spend some cash
You can’t f*ck with us, we do real rap
Don’t do the race, you’ll come last
(Come last)
You ain’t even start and you in the past
f*ck mumble sh*t we need better rap
n*gga stop rap, all you do is cap
And don’t diss me, I’m the king of rap n*gga
[Reelistik - Intro]
(Yvng Blood, what’s up man? Yo we finna get ‘em bruh, they talking crazy huh? ‘Ight, let’s get it, it’s Reelistik)

[Verse 2 - Reelistik]
Homie is gone with the pill, I’m out for the kill, I’m on like Adele
How you gonna feel when I’m all in the silk, and signed with a deal?
I guess you in hell
How about you sell your soul for a mill, i’ma kill and the deal is take your heart still
And if you want smoke, we gon’ roll out
Ball out, call out, sell out, dog pound, uh

I feel pity with a kitty in the city and
It’s litty in the city, yo stay litty
It’s kiddie when it’s kiddie, get a kiddie and a silly
And for a bitty, you a di*kie, now I’m sickie little missy
Where’s Vicky? She a hippy
Got a hickey and it’s biggie
How the kiddies? Am I trippy
It’s Timmy on his tippy
And a piggy with a Mickey
And a millie and a Diddy
It’s tricky, it’s sticky, it’s picky
And it’s stuffy

We-we-we-we don’t like that (What)
Got a Benz in the back, I’ll recite that
I can bring the money in a bodybag
I’m the God of this, we can fight back (Fight back)
I can buy bombs ‘cause I’m like that
Got the cash now, put it right back
Go and buy a vest, you gon’ die fast
Boy what’s up? Finna bust caps (Ugh)
Popping off with a deal, put the money in a field, plus I run with the reals
(Run with the reals)
Homie getting killed, I don’t run ‘cause I’ll still put the body in the field, bought a gun for a ‘lil (Lay ‘em to rest)
Bottle getting filled, I don’t run for the drill but your homie getting grilled where we not paying the bills (Man down!)

Album’s out now, go get it right now

[Kevin the Flexer - Intro]
(sh*t, my bad bro, ‘ight, check it)

[Verse 3 - Kevin the Flexer]
All you-all you-all you-all you n*ggas mad that I’m goku and y’all krillin (Big mad, big mad)
sh*t, I don’t never catch catch no feelings
(That’s Fendi)
f*ck being a hero I’m a villain (Villain)
When I’m on the gas I be slurring my words like it’s lean (Lean)
They say that young Kev flow is mean (Yup)
They know I say fresh and so clean (Clean)
Call me a fiend
They call me a demon, but I do not dance with the devil (I don’t know)
If I did it would be salsa
I gave that lil b*tch the kebasa (Yes sir)
Not some sausage, stupid n*gga (Dumbass)
sh*t, I am your father, Mufasa
Rada rada rada rada (Go ahead)
In the kitchen, call me chowder (Chowder)
I’ll make u a fiend with the powder (Powder)
I’m in here preaching like a pastor (Go ahead)
Tryna make this money faster (Yuh)
Making money like its magic (Fendi)
Y’all n*ggas is sorry, y’all tragic. (Tragic)
sh*t, on this drill sh*t
Reelistik, Yvng Blood, Kevin the Flexer
We do this sh*t

(f*ck you)