XXL Freshmen Cypher 2016 pt1 [Polish translation]

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

Rest in power, it's all about power

Squeeze two lemons together and really all you'll have is sour

Diesel, niggas'll smoke your ass to have the juice

Riding around in an all black coupe

Couple of pigeons that's ready to shoot, shit

Ducking and bucking and dodging and dropping

With 48 ounces and cigarette butts

Fucking around with the up echelon, they will turn you to cubes and I hope you be gone

Envelope, overload, cranium overdose, Denny Cascade, what the fuck is the halves

Click clack, get powed, bitch it's a wrap

Tierra my witness, I pray for a nap

Youngin' and restless, return with a past

Key in ignition, foot on the gas

None of you niggas is acting that jab

Gold teeth in the Glock and a Cybertech mask

Ring gun, particles, turn you into molecules

Planet shrooms, planet shrooms, I'll take you to my panic room

[Verse 2: Lil Uzi Vert & Kodak Black]

Yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

All these niggas stealin’ my style, can I get my flow back?

Yeah, bop on that bitch like Kodak

Yeah, bitch you know dat

Yeah, I push your shit all back (woop woop)

Told that bitch I got money, ayy (woop)

Countin’ them hundreds, it’s nothing, ayy

Told that lil bitch I got money, ayy

Told that lil bitch that’s it nothing, ayy (skrt, skrt, tied)

Hit that bitch right from the back, she got turkey, I knock out that bitch like it’s stuffing, ew (skrt, skrt, tied, ok!)

Told that lil bitch that I’m with it

Told that lil bitch that I’m with it

Ay, wait, 21, Lil Boat, yeah (win)

Denzel Curry cut your throat, yeah (yeah)

Kodak do the most, yeah (win)

Told that lil bitch I got all the money (uhh)

I swear this shit is just nothing (uhh)

I just be dancin’ right up on that bitch, yeah

What you be stuntin’?

[Verse 3: Lil Yachty]

That boy not gang, no that boy not my friend

I hang with my gang the same gang that felt all of my pain

When I was struggling through the rain

When I had no guala, no ice

Wasn’t no food but rice

All of these bitches they want me but they get 1Night

Fuck ‘em, I give a fuck what you sayin’

Bitch nigga know I ain’t playing

I’m ‘bout my fetty

Sailing team up and we ready

Fuck up that nigga if he talking too heavy

I’m bout it, chains on my neck cost me 20

Look at your diamonds, your diamonds look cloudy

They fake, young nigga in the Gucci Stans

Fuck with me if you wanna die

Young nigga I don’t wear no suit and ties

Fuck no

Lil Boat!

[Verse 4: 21 Savage, Lil Uzi Vert, & Lil Yachty]

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

I sent my bitch to the store ‘cause we ran out of soda (what?)

Bitch I'm tryna cook this yola (21)

Hundred round drum on the bottom of that shit (do-do-do-do)

Chop a nigga down like a fucking lawnmower (grrrrrr)

AK47 ‘round my motherfucking shoulder (21)

Pull up in a Rover then I pull off in a Fisker

Pulled up on your bitch, she sucked my dick and then you kissed her (goddamn)

Young savage bitch, and I don’t play ‘round with them swishers (hmm?)

I just smoke them woods (yeah)

Bitch I’m from the hood (yeah)

Zone 6, Bouldercrest road, you can’t go there

21 Gang bitch, yeah (21, 21, 21)

I’m in NYC, I think I got a fucking show there (yeah)

Hold up, Rolex on my wrist

Rolex on my bitch (what?), 30 on my waist (what?)

30 to your face (yeah), 60 to your face (yeah)

90 to your face (yeah), that’s a closed case (yeah)

You an old nigga, man you washed up

Young savage, man I got my car washed up

Pulled up on a motherfucking nigga, wrapped up (yeah)

Then I pulled up in a motherfucking Brink’s truck

21, 21, 21, 21, 21, 21

[Verse 5: Kodak Black]

Who the fuck picked this lil sorry ass beat?

I’m from the ugly corner man, them lil sour ass streets

Damn homie, I’m the one who let your starving ass eat

And you was hungry, I ain’t have to let your sorry ass eat

My cousin G-Wayne got off of manslaughter last week

Gave my dog a buck fifty, that nigga brought me back three

I’ma- a nigga broad and get up all in them cheeks, tied

They dead fly