Denzel Curry - Dat $tick (Freestyle) lyrics
Denzel Curry [Denzel Rae Don Curry] Miami Gardens, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Denzel Curry - Dat $tick Freestyle lyrics]
Uh, uh, something, something aye
I say it's Imperial
Curry is the sickest individual
Spitting liquid swords with no
Need for Bobby Digital
Genius, I'm mischievous, I'm the king of this
When it comes to features, I'm
The only nigga breathing, bitch
Killing tracks, bitch
I got the Glock to your weave
Tried to put me in a box
But yet I bob and I weave
You can have Bob's Burger
If you talking 'bout beef
Know some niggas with heat
Between they shirts and they briefs
Hollow tips catch a favorite
Niggas copy and bleach
Boy you think you street
Yo ass barely a guard rail
Call me young Yu-Gi-Oh! 'cause Curry
Play his cards well ninja turtle bullets
So you know that be a hard shell
If them other few niggas try to harm me
Then that just proves that I'm a one man army
Never hated people that be putting in work
All you underground niggas just
Competing for dirt
Earth, I'm down to it which
Explains why I'm blessing bitch
The greater the power I possess
That’s an exorcist
Ah shit, I fucked up, I fucked up
But aye, can we keep going?
My nigga came through, rolled a spliff
And I'm finna go and lift into the heavens
I don't really give a fuck
I'm lucky number seven
If I shoot a number seven
Then there's gonna be eight
I don't really give a fuck
All you rappers get ate
Like meals, nigga, I want mills, nigga
You chase deals
Nigga, I just killed everything that you own
I don't really give a fuck, I'm gone
I got Dat $tick, 'cause I got that shit
Like I'm living in the woods
I'm a bear in this bitch
Yeah, I fuck really bare in this bitch
I don't really give a fuck
What I'ma wear in this shit like uh
Ya'll know everything that's going on
I don't really give a fuck, nigga
I'm just flowing on
Like water rapids, nigga, I'm just rappin'
I don't really give a fuck
I'm about to go in, ah!
I say it's Imperial
Curry is the sickest individual
Spitting liquid swords with no
Need for Bobby Digital
Genius, I'm mischievous, I'm the king of this
When it comes to features, I'm
The only nigga breathing, bitch
Killing tracks, bitch
I got the Glock to your weave
Tried to put me in a box
But yet I bob and I weave
You can have Bob's Burger
If you talking 'bout beef
Know some niggas with heat
Between they shirts and they briefs
Hollow tips catch a favorite
Niggas copy and bleach
Boy you think you street
Yo ass barely a guard rail
Call me young Yu-Gi-Oh! 'cause Curry
Play his cards well ninja turtle bullets
So you know that be a hard shell
If them other few niggas try to harm me
Then that just proves that I'm a one man army
Never hated people that be putting in work
All you underground niggas just
Competing for dirt
Earth, I'm down to it which
Explains why I'm blessing bitch
The greater the power I possess
That’s an exorcist
Ah shit, I fucked up, I fucked up
But aye, can we keep going?
My nigga came through, rolled a spliff
And I'm finna go and lift into the heavens
I don't really give a fuck
I'm lucky number seven
If I shoot a number seven
Then there's gonna be eight
I don't really give a fuck
All you rappers get ate
Like meals, nigga, I want mills, nigga
You chase deals
Nigga, I just killed everything that you own
I don't really give a fuck, I'm gone
I got Dat $tick, 'cause I got that shit
Like I'm living in the woods
I'm a bear in this bitch
Yeah, I fuck really bare in this bitch
I don't really give a fuck
What I'ma wear in this shit like uh
Ya'll know everything that's going on
I don't really give a fuck, nigga
I'm just flowing on
Like water rapids, nigga, I'm just rappin'
I don't really give a fuck
I'm about to go in, ah!