Denzel Curry, Kenny Beats - DIET_1.5 lyrics

It's the remix, nigga woah, Kenny
Kenny, you ready?

All these racks in the ceiling got
Rappers back in they feelings
Treat the game like Trump voters
Did the Capitol building (Ha ha ha)
In a 600 Maybach, the only passenger in it
Ain't got no cash for the dealer if
Don't no stashes come in it (Huh)
Denzel hit me, and I couldn't
Get back fast enough, nigga
(What up) talent attract talent
I'm just not rapping with niggas (Uh, uh)
The way I'm crafting this shit
Get way too tactical, nigga
All my albums is classical just
To challenge you niggas
My shit been in crazy demand
(I know) , but play again
I be plugging with eighty grand and
Have it eighty a gram i feel fast as Tyreek
Hill chasing these bands
Who else glacier'd they hand and be
Wearing Bape shit from France?
I'm into lightskin bitches and blue dinero
(Okay) bricks in a blue Camaro
I feel like a superhero every year
They discuss me who else they
Gon' name but me?
And Gunn we the ones who they
Call when they get rusty griselda, nigga

Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh)
Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it
(yeah) so braggadocious, spit sick shit
It's atrocious (Nasty)
Rising like the stocks, stockbroking
The Shogun, came through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan
Do as I command and what I demand is some
Fucking peace and quiet
I told 'em please go to church
And please get on a diet

Shoebox came with the doowop
One billion and two cops can't find 2Pac
Two shots, that's two grazed in two days
What goes up must come down on Tuesday
And I don't like Pixar, mister
I am the master
I came through like a (Wait a minute) bastard
Nobody fathered my style
People said I would fall off, but I
Been here for a while, so, nope!
Are you ready for the motherfuckin' giant?
The tyrant, the titan, the ogre, the lycan
The vampire, taking over empires
If the game was a tooth
I'm a fucking pair of pliers
We gon' do 'em Vinny-style
As you can see, this nigga got many styles
(Serious)
Know too many niggas that got semi rounds
(Serious) and cold like (Ice)
Put thorns to your crowns, you
Go out like Christ, my nigga

Get money from a show, then deposit it (Ugh)
Your shows got no hoes, I acknowledge it
(yeah) so braggadocious, spit sick shit
It's atrocious (Nasty)
Rising like the stocks, stockbroking
The Shogun, came through with no gun
One man, Ichiban, fresh out of Japan
Do as I command and what I demand is some
Fucking peace and quiet
I told 'em please go to church
And please get on a diet

You already know what time it is
It's the motherfucking championship