Denzel Curry's 2016 XXL Freshmen Cypher

[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, niggas'll smoke your ass to have the juice Riding around in an all black coupe Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot, shit Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping With 48 ounces and cigarette butts Fucking around with the up echelon They will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone Envelope, overload, cranium overdose Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the halves Click clack, get powed, bitch, it's a wrap Tierra my witness, I pray for a nap Youngin' and restless, return with a past Key in ignition, foot on the gas None of you niggas is acting that jab Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask Ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I'll take you to my panic room [Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & Kodak Black] Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah All these niggas stealin' my style, can I get my flow back? Yeah, bop on that bitch like Kodak Yeah, bitch, you know that Yeah, I push your shit all back (Woop, woop) Told that bitch I got money, ayy (Woop) Countin' them hundreds, it's nothing, ayy Told that lil' bitch I got money, ayy Told that lil' bitch that's it nothing, ayy (Skrrt, skrrt, tied) Hit that bitch right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like it's stuffing, yeah (Skrrt, skrrt, tied, okay!) Told that lil' bitch that I'm with it Told that lil' bitch that I'm with it Ayy, wait, 21, Lil Boat, yeah (Win) Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah (Yeah) Kodak do the most, yeah (Win) Told that lil' bitch I got all the money (Uh) I swear this shit is just nothing (Uh) I just be dancin' right up on that bitch, yeah What you be stuntin'? [Verse 3: 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 rain When I had no guap with no ice Wasn't no food but rice All of these bitches they want me but they get one night Fuck 'em, I give a fuck what you sayin' Bitch nigga know I ain't playing I'm 'bout my fetty Sailing Team armored, we ready Fuck up that nigga if he talk out too heavy I'm 'bout it, chains on my neck cost me twenty Look at your diamonds Your diamonds look cloudy, they fake Young nigga in the Gucci Stans Fuck with me if you wanna die Young nigga, I don't wear no suit and ties Fuck no Lil Boat! [Verse 4: 21 Savage, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Yachty, Lil Uzi Vert & Lil Yachty] 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21 I sent my bitch to the store ‘cause we ran out of soda (What?) Bitch, I'm tryna cook this yola (21) Hundred round drum on the bottom of that shit (Do-do-do-do-do) Chop a nigga down like a fucking lawnmower (Grrr) AK-47 'round my motherfucking shoulder (21) Pull up in a Rover, then I pulled off on a Fisker Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my dick And then you kissed her (Goddamn, 21) Young Savage, bitch And I don't play 'round with them swishers (Hmm?) I just smoke them woods (Yeah) Bitch, I'm from the hood (Yeah) Zone 6, Bouldercrest Road, you can't go there 21 Gang, bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21) I'm in NYC, I think I got a fucking show there (Yeah) Hold up, Rollie on my wrist Rollie on my bitch (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 an old nigga, man, you washed up Young Savage, man, I got my car washed up Pulled up on a motherfucking nigga, wrapped up (Yeah) Then I pulled up in a motherfucking Brink's truck 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21 [Verse 5: Kodak Black] Who the fuck picked this lil' sorry ass beat? I'm from the ugly corner, man, them lil' sour ass streets Damn, homie, I'm the one who let your starving 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 nigga brought me back three I'm a— a nigga's broad and get up all in them cheeks Tied, they dead flies