Yung Simmie, Denzel Curry - Str8 Savage lyrics

These niggas lightweight fightin a champion
I pull up with the simmie
Niggas askin what happen
Yeah I spit dope like a nigga be trappin
Flow wet can you pass me a napkin?
Imma vet with yo bitch I be makin it happen
You a internet thug talkin
Bout you be clappin
I'm a real like Mac told yo
Bitch cuz she asked me flow just nasty
All in yo face like acne
Coolin wit my dogs like shaggy
My bitch hold a strap no tranny
I'm concrete you candy
Hot fire flame might make your bitch fan me
Shots at your family glock to your granny
I run up in yo yard like
The dog don't scare me he get two shots too
You step dad and your pops too
Now your stuck and it's not glue
I can draw one Glock cuz I got two
I spit thunderbolts i'm Riachu
I put the guns away and Mike Tys' you
I give em straight bars I indite you
No fed tho
Hollow tips straight to a nigga head tho
I cut his ease off make him beg tho
I tell my girlfriend grab his legs hoe
I cut his head off I'm the head honcho

What the fuck is up
With these niggas conscious
I do a nigga like how Drizzy did Common
Common sense I am not the one to plot against
Cuz you know Curry is ultimate
Coming down coming round hearing
A hundred rounds
I'm from a place where they run it down
Even tho it's the future it
Feels like the past
And the present is passin my blunt around
Will it ever change like a parking meter When
I park niggas spark the heat up
Man down or Nelson Mandela
Put behind the bars
We the best seller in the
Underground I'm the best seller
Niggas think I sold out
Only way that to happen is if
They took my soul out all swag re
In that's no doubt take em out missin like
They whoopie goldberg's eyebrows
Didn't like to hear me now they fear me
This for all the niggas who
Don't know bout the truth
Why you think the magazines
Cover people like you
You ain't talkin bout shit yet
They do what you do corruptin to youth
Invasion of the wack shit to lame
This is a taste test of my black dick
Fuckin up environment
Lives in the entire run
Face the wrath of my mothafuckin Gallic gun
Bitches ain't shit and niggas ain't either
I am not kidding I'll send em to a reaper
That's a jk that's a damn shame
How the game played late
Raised in the un tamed county of Dade