Raider Klan Phonk lyrics

*Raider-Raider-Raider Klan, C$PG*

[Verse 1: Ruben Slikk]
Ruben Slikk, the n*gga with that f*cking tongue
I lick that pus*y up, I had that b*tch so sprung
Sucking my di*k so hard she bit the skin of my f*cking snake
Ruben f*cking Slikk, I jack my di*k and then I masturbate
24 times and skeet up in her face, just to feel the load in her f*cking mouth
Tell that b*tch to swallow the whole thing
Ruben Slikk, keeping that cocaine
Cause I make it rain
In the club with my trap-work and my pipework, mane
Pimp sh*t, mix this sh*t on up- a Mixologist
What they call a G, when they hating looking at my chips
n*gga check yo boy out, at the f*cking ATM
I ain't got no bank account, I don't pay no taxes man
n*gga this is pimp sh*t, catch me with my ears glisten
Yeah I got 2 studs, in my right ear b*tch
So I can hear clear, f*ck her in the rear b*tch
Bad boy sh*t, Raider Klan black flaggin'...

[Verse 2: Denzel Curry]
Yeah I'm leaving n*ggas shook
Denzel Curry in that untold chapter of your Harry Potter book
It's me, the P-R the I-E the S-T to the H double O-E n*gga that is me to the priest
To the hood looks good, yeah its that Denzel Curry motherf*cker
Already told you I am as cool as McFlurry
If you wanna drop me, and wanna try and attack; n*gga you will get bit like a f*cking Big Mac
Its that n*gga named Curry, no chicken I'm killing b*tches without the AK, lyrical spray
Hey!
What is there to say
Killing these c*ckroaches
Denzel Curry a flow b*tch
Everybody knows that Denzel Curry got that white sh*t
Coke, b*tch
Leave em cokey in the wet
Denzel Curry, I'm catching the wave
Let me go and sit, n*ggas transact
Off my b*tch, off the f*cking Raider Klan M.O.E gang
Denzel Curry about to rip this b*tch with that Raider slang
Yeah, I come in this b*tch ready to attack
Smack a b*tch, chicken head, but I ain't no Project Pat
Let me pass it back, to the motherf*cking 3-6
Denzel Curry, the one and the only, the n*gga (?) I'm killing the sh*t like that, now..
[Verse 3: SpaceGhostPurrp]
Up on the motherf*cking beat, trying to do this sh*t walking down the street
With the black trench coat
And I'm coming for your f*cking throat
Wanna play these games, my n*gga just know I'm not the lame
Spitting the motherf*cking flow for the listeners
You already know these b*tches ain't missing us
They kissing us
And my di*k is on her face, kissing my nuts
My n*gga I put her in her place
b*tch I'm the king, big ding-a-ling
Got the fattest, phonkiest sounds my n*gga in the state ring
Old school, take it back to the '88
Already know my n*gga got the .38, robbing
n*ggas straight coming through, I'm knocking
n*ggas heads off, my n*gga I ain't stopping
And if you think that I'm a b*tch
Come test me motherf*cker, I'll throw your ass up in the ditch
Now listen, to the way I go hard
Throw the motherf*cking beat while I ride through your boulevard
n*gga don't start if you think that I am a joke
Goddamn I'm so f*cked up, like I was on coke
But I'm not, I'm sober
And I am going to come through in the f*cking black Range Rover
The black vamp, and I don't give a damn
n*gga C$PG, Raider Klan; we going HAM