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Lil Uzi Vert - XXL Freshmen Cypher 2016 - Part 1 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 butts
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