2016 XXL Freshman Cypher lyrics

[Verse 1: Gius WRLD]

Rest in power, it's all about power

Squeeze two lemons together and really all you'll have is sour

Diesel, homies'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 Trudeau & EmanTheKid]

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: Elijah $tack]

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 homie know I ain't playing

I'm 'bout my fetty

Sailing Team armored, we ready

Fuck up that homie 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 homie in the Gucci Stans

Fuck with me if you wanna die

Young homie, I don't wear no suit and ties

Fuck no

Lil Boat!

[Verse 4: bogwandyy & Elijah $tack]

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

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)

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 hitta, 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: EmanTheKid]

Now who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat

I’m from the ugly corner man them lil sorry ass streets

Damn homie, I’m the one who let yo starving ass eat

You was hungry, I ain’t have to let yo sorry ass eat

My cousin G Wayne got out for manslaughter last week

Gave my dog a buck-fifty that --- brought me back three

I’m a— get up all in them cheeks ta

They dead fly

• Artist:StackOnIt Music
• Album:PROJECT X (2021)