2016 Freshman Freestyle lyrics

by

DJ Drama


[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]
Rest in power, it's all about power
Squeeze two lemons together and really all you have is sour
Diesel, n*ggas will smoke your ass to have the juice
Ridin' around in an all black coupe
Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot (sh*t)
Duckin' and buckin' and dodgin' and droppin' with 40K officers and cigarette butts
f*ckin' around with the up echelon
They will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone
Envelope, overload, cranium overdose
Then it cascade (what the f*ck is the half?)
Click clack get powed, b*tch it's a wrap
Ciara, my witness
I pray for my nap, youngin' and restless
Return with a past, key in ignition
Foot on the gas
None of you n*ggas is actin' that jab
.14 on 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

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert, Kodak Black]
(Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
All these, n*ggas stealin' my style, can I get my flow back? (Yeah)
Bop on that b*tch like Kodak (yeah)
b*tch you know that (yeah)
I push your sh*t all back (whoop, whoop)
Told that b*tch I got money, ayy (whoop)
Countin' them hunnids, it's nothin', ayy
Told that lil b*tch I got money, ayy
Told that lil b*tch that it's nothin', ayy (skrr, skrr, style)
Hit that b*tch (skrr, skrr, style) right from the back
She got turkey, I knock that b*tch out like it's stuffin' (okay, yeah)
Told that lil b*tch that I'm with it (ayy, wait)
21, Lil Boat (yeah), Denzel Curry cut your throat (yeah)
Kodak do the most (yeah)
Told that lil b*tch I got all that money
I swear this sh*t is just nothin'
I just be dancin' right up on that b*tch (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 strugglin' through the rain
When I had no guala, no ice
Wasn't no food but rice
All of these b*tches want me but they get "1Night" (f*ck 'em)
I give a f*ck what you sayin'
b*tch n*gga know I ain't playin'
I'm 'bout my fetty
Sailin' team up and we ready
f*ck up that n*gga if he talkin' 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*ck with me if you wanna die
Young n*gga I don't wear no suit and ties (f*ck no, Lil Boat)

[Verse 4: 21 Savage, Lil Uzi Vert, Lil Yachty]
21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

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