DJ Drama
2016 Freshman Freestyle
[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***as will smoke your ass to have the juice
Ridin' around in an all black coupe
Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot (shit)
Duckin' and buckin' and dodgin' and droppin' with 40K officers and cigarette butts
Fuckin' 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 fuck is the half?)
Click clack get powed, bitch 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***as 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***as 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 (whoop, whoop)
Told that bitch I got money, ayy (whoop)
Countin' them hunnids, it's nothin', ayy
Told that lil bitch I got money, ayy
Told that lil bitch that it's nothin', ayy (skrr, skrr, style)
Hit that bitch (skrr, skrr, style) right from the back
She got turkey, I knock that bitch out like it's stuffin' (okay, yeah)
Told that lil bitch 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 bitch I got all that money
I swear this shit is just nothin'
I just be dancin' right up on that bitch (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 bitches want me but they get "1Night" (fuck 'em)
I give a fuck what you sayin'
Bitch n***a know I ain't playin'
I'm 'bout my fetty
Sailin' team up and we ready
Fuck up that n***a 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***a in the Gucci stands
Fuck with me if you wanna die
Young n***a I don't wear no suit and ties (fuck no, Lil Boat)

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