Big Rings (Remix)

[Verse 1: Futuristic] Yo, two rings I'm the MVP I'm Steph Curry, all I ever do is swish my threes My shows look like I've been livin' in DC A whole lotta people listen when I give my speech Like Mister King, my fit lookin' crispy clean Smoke green now my eyes glazed, Krispy Kreme Turn a booth into ash when I spit this heat Your Dre Beats might melt from these MP3s, sheesh Who would have thunk it that I would go out in public And spit something that's disgustin' and everybody would bumb it A nerdy dude now I'm stuntin' like Breezy I'm 'bout to run it And these band girls all tryna blow me like a trumpet Independent, you a puppet, the flow is like double Dutch If you try to jump it, I promise that you gon' get hurt Give 'em the pads, every track they be runnin' it back And I ain't talkin' 'bout a football game, this on the turf like surf This a free collab, my team will spaz on anything I bring in the lab I been meanin' to ask, why are you still rappin'? You should bag it up, you suck, you so trash Call Devvon like, "Homie, what you want?" What song you wanna kill today? My flow cold but I still can't chill today I got bills to pay And all my haters made me feel this way I need rings, Super Bowl size I need a fine dime with some super cold thighs You say you the truth, that's a Super Bowl lie I flex on a nigga like a super swole guy You comin' at the squad and you super gon' die I make it look easy and I super don't try It's funny, everybody always lookin' up to me But I've always been a super short guy, bye [Verse 2: Devvon Terrell] We need some really big rings cause we royal We kings, ain't no Presley but snipin' these beats like I'm Wesley So please don't just test me or else you gon' let me Hit you, you, you, you, you, you, you and your bestie I am your father, lyin', why bother? Kickin' you off of my cliff like Mufasa Mufasa, Mufasa, I don't post like comments I think they comin' for my head, roger Enemies close and my friends are much closer Heatin' me up and I pop like a toaster So many things that a nigga can show you If you were a cold then I guess I'm Ebola Sick of these haters like what are they feedin' ya I am the truth and you are Wikipedia We are the bosses so they won't be needin' ya Throw you up like futuristic beleimia I feel like Tony Montana Do what I want like Rihanna I need some big rings The shit that we makin' will make 'em complain like your honor