Xxl 2016

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'll smoke your ass To have the juice Riding around in an All black cover Couple of pigeons That's ready to shoot,sh!t Ducking and bucking And dodging and dropping With four,officers And cigarette butts F***ing around with the upp echelon They will turn you to cubes And i hope you be gone Envelope,overload Cranium overdose Then it cascade What the **** is the halves Click clack,get powed B!tch it's a wrap Ciara my witness I pray for a nap Youngin' and restless Return with a past Key in ignition Foot on the gas None of you N!ggas is acting that jab 14 in the glock With a cyber gas mask Ring,gun,particles Turn you into molecules Planet shrooms,planet shrooms I'll take you to my panic room Lil Uzi Vert: Yeah Yeah Yeah,yeah,yeah All these n!ggas stealin' my style Can i get my flow back? Bop on that b!tch like kodak Yeah B!tch you know dat Yeah I push your sh!t all back Told that b!tch i got money Ayy Countin' them hundreds It's nothing,ayy Told that lil b!tch i got money Ayy Told that lil b!tch that's it nothing,ayy Hit that b!itch right From the back She got turkey I knock out that b!tch Like it's stuffing Told that lil b!tch That i'm with it Told that lil b!tch That i'm with it Ay,wait,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 dancin' Right up on that b!tch Yeah What you be stuntin'? Lil Yachty: That boy not gang,no, That boy not my friend I hang with my gang the Same gang that felt all of my pain When i was struggling through the pain When i had no guala,no ice Wasn't no food but rice All of these b!tches They want me but they get inight F***'em,i give a **** what you sayin' B!tch n!gga know i ain't playing I'm'bout my fetty Sailing,team up and we ready F*** up that n!gga If he talking too heavy I'm bout it Chains on my neck cost me 20 Look at your diamonds Your diamonds look cloudy They fake Young n!gga in the gucci stands F*** with me if you wanna die Young n!gga I don't wear no suit and ties F*** no Lil boat! 21 Savage: 21,21,21,21,21,21 I sent my b!tch to the store Cause we ran out of soda B!tch i'm tryna cook this yola Hundred round drum of The bottom of that sh!t Chop a n!gga down Like a f***ing lawnmower Ak 47'round my Motherf***ing shoulder Pull up in a rover then I pull off in a fisker Pulled up on your b!tch She sucked my d!ck And then you kissed her Young savage b!tch And i don't play 'round I just smoke them woods B!tch i'm from the hood Zone 6,bouldercrest road You can't go there 21 gang b!tch,yeah i'm in nyg I think i got a f***ing show there Hold up,rolex on my wrist Rolex on my b!tch 30 on my waist 30 to your face 60 to your face 90 to your face That's a closed case You an old n!gga Man you washed up Young savage Man i got my car washed up Pulled up on a motherf***ing n!gga wrapped up Then i pulled up in a Motherf***ing brink's truck 21,21,21,21,21,21 Kodak Black: Who the f*** picked This sorry ass beat? I'm from the ugly corner man Them lil sour ass streets Damn home,i'm the one Who let your sraving ass eat And you was hungry I ain't have to let Your sorry ass eat My cousin G-Wayne Got off of 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,tired They dead fly