Str8 Savage

[Verse 1: Yung Simmie] 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 its 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 [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] 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 commin down comin round hearin a hundred rounds I'm from a place where they run it down Even tho its 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 dont 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