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