Denzel Curry - STRICTLY 4 MY R.V.I.D.X.R.Z. (S.4.M.R.) lyrics
Denzel Curry [Denzel Rae Don Curry] Miami Gardens, Florida, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Denzel Curry - STRICTLY 4 MY R.V.I.D.X.R.Z. S.4.M.R. lyrics]
Niggas these days is ready to shoot a
Nigga instead of poppin' a cop
Well, these niggas
I'ma tell 'em how it is my nigga
Comin' from my mouth, strictly for my Raiders
This song goes out to the motherfucking
Cops and to the po-police
Wanna see you pop a nigga, wanna see
You kill a nigga, no justice, no peace
Know niggas wanna grab that gauge
Around that motherfucking Blackland
CC where I be
Motherfuckers 'round here wanna kill
A black man
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Niggas wanna talk that shit
Always sayin' you a gangsta
But real niggas know you a bitch
Had a couple homies that hit a couple licks
That what you expect when you never had shit
Growin' up in the mothafuckin' slums
With a fuckin' gun to your mothafuckin' gums
Then pop a nigga in his mothafuckin' lungs
Two shots and you dead
Your little ass is done
Increase with the skill
Right now it's fuck how you feel
The way I get to it, you get chills
Niggas they claimin' they trill
All because they rockin' a
Slug and they grill quit faking the phonk
Immortal words from my nigga Key
Bitch, I could rock a pink shirt
Polka dot hat and still do me
Real nigga to the letter, Goddesses
They gettin' wetter
When niggas get out of line with the real
The semi just might bless ya
But coppers wanna take your life more
Than you wanna take mine
Let's start a revolution everybody
Grab a nine, bitch
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
This is for America
'bout to put this shit in check
See me with my hoodie on
Just know these crackers wanna grab that TEC
Cause they feel a threat
Cock that beam and aim it at your chest
No I'm not wearin' a vest, don't really care
'cause this life is a test
My soul relieved, nigga
Not trippin' I won't spaz
Remember Trayvon Martin then I
Blast on Zimmerman's ass
It's amazing how they'll lock me
Up for petty shit
Though I cannot live this life like this
But I keep takin' it
Darker the flesh, the tighter the noose
They callin' us coon and
They callin' 'em goose
Look at my flesh, dig deep in the roots
The shit that I speak is
The blend of the truth
Nowadays, all these mothafuckas hittin' shipe
Yes, I was born in this world but since
I'm black I'm born with a strike, bitch
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Strictly for my Raiders
Strictly for my Raiders
Nigga instead of poppin' a cop
Well, these niggas
I'ma tell 'em how it is my nigga
Comin' from my mouth, strictly for my Raiders
This song goes out to the motherfucking
Cops and to the po-police
Wanna see you pop a nigga, wanna see
You kill a nigga, no justice, no peace
Know niggas wanna grab that gauge
Around that motherfucking Blackland
CC where I be
Motherfuckers 'round here wanna kill
A black man
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Niggas wanna talk that shit
Always sayin' you a gangsta
But real niggas know you a bitch
Had a couple homies that hit a couple licks
That what you expect when you never had shit
Growin' up in the mothafuckin' slums
With a fuckin' gun to your mothafuckin' gums
Then pop a nigga in his mothafuckin' lungs
Two shots and you dead
Your little ass is done
Increase with the skill
Right now it's fuck how you feel
The way I get to it, you get chills
Niggas they claimin' they trill
All because they rockin' a
Slug and they grill quit faking the phonk
Immortal words from my nigga Key
Bitch, I could rock a pink shirt
Polka dot hat and still do me
Real nigga to the letter, Goddesses
They gettin' wetter
When niggas get out of line with the real
The semi just might bless ya
But coppers wanna take your life more
Than you wanna take mine
Let's start a revolution everybody
Grab a nine, bitch
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
This is for America
'bout to put this shit in check
See me with my hoodie on
Just know these crackers wanna grab that TEC
Cause they feel a threat
Cock that beam and aim it at your chest
No I'm not wearin' a vest, don't really care
'cause this life is a test
My soul relieved, nigga
Not trippin' I won't spaz
Remember Trayvon Martin then I
Blast on Zimmerman's ass
It's amazing how they'll lock me
Up for petty shit
Though I cannot live this life like this
But I keep takin' it
Darker the flesh, the tighter the noose
They callin' us coon and
They callin' 'em goose
Look at my flesh, dig deep in the roots
The shit that I speak is
The blend of the truth
Nowadays, all these mothafuckas hittin' shipe
Yes, I was born in this world but since
I'm black I'm born with a strike, bitch
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Bitch, you let us, bitch, you let us
Strictly for my Raiders
Strictly for my Raiders