DJ Drama - 2016 Freshman cypher lyrics

[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, n***as'll smoke your a** to have the juice Riding around in an all black coupe Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot, sh** Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping With 48 ounces and cigarette bu*ts f**ing 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 f** is the halves Click clack, get powed, b**h 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 n***as 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 n***as stealin' my style, can I get my flow back? Yeah, bop on that b**h like Kodak Yeah, b**h you know dat Yeah, I push your sh** all back (woop woop) Told that b**h I got money, ayy (woop) Countin' them hundreds, it's nothing, ayy Told that lil b**h I got money, ayy Told that lil b**h that's it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied) Hit that b**h right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that b**h like it's stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!) Told that lil b**h that I'm with it Told that lil b**h that I'm with it Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, yeah (win) Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah) Kodak do the most, yeah (win) Told that lil b**h I got all the money (uhh) I swear this sh** is just nothing (uhh) I just be dancin' right up on that b**h, 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 guala, no ice Wasn't no food but rice All of these b**hes they want me but they get 1Night f** ‘em, I give a f** what you sayin' b**h n***a know I ain't playing I'm ‘bout my fetty Sailing team up and we ready f** up that n***a 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***a in the Gucci Stans f** with me if you wanna die Young n***a I don't wear no suit and ties f** no Lil Boat! [Verse 4: 21 Savage, Lil Uzi Vert, & Lil Yachty] 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21 I sent my b**h to the store ‘cause we ran out of soda (what?) b**h I'm tryna cook this yola (21) Hundred round drum on the bottom of that sh** (do-do-do-do) Chop a n***a down like a f**ing lawnmower (grrrrrr) AK47 ‘round my motherf**ing shoulder (21) Pull up in a Rover then I pull off in a Fisker Pulled up on your b**h, she s**ed my dick and then you kissed her (goddamn) Young savage b**h, and I don't play ‘round with them swishers (hmm?) I just smoke them woods (yeah) b**h I'm from the hood (yeah) Zone 6, Bouldercrest road, you can't go there 21 Gang b**h, yeah (21, 21, 21) I'm in NYC, I think I got a f**ing show there (yeah) Hold up, Rolex on my wrist Rolex on my b**h (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 n***a, man you washed up Young savage, man I got my car washed up Pulled up on a motherf**ing n***a, wrapped up (yeah) Then I pulled up in a motherf**ing Brink's truck 21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21 [Verse 5: Kodak Black] Who the f** picked this lil sorry a** beat? I'm from the ugly corner man, them lil sour a** streets Damn homie, I'm the one who let your starving a** eat And you was hungry, I ain't have to let your sorry a** eat My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week Gave my dog a buck fifty, that n***a brought me back three I'ma- a n***a broad and get up all in them cheeks, tied They dead fly