Denzel Curry - Envy Me lyrics
rate me(Hook)
I'mma keep ballin' till the end of me
21 guns on my enemies
Niggas got some hoe ass fantasies
Cash out, I'mma ballin' till the end of me
My enemies, muthafuck my enemies
Cuz I'mma keep ballin' till the end of me
My enemies, muthafuck my enemies
Cuz I'mma keep ballin' till the end of me
(Verse)
I'm the kind who spend a million lotto on a Charger when we slide too deep
Capped up with the south with an AK47 bought my team double D
First 40 yay, gotta say it one time, RIP my nigga Bizzle
Cake real lavish, if you think a nigga savage turn him to a Popsicle
That's Ice Cold, tho my last name ain't 3000
Bad ass bitch on my TIP, she wet like an everlasting fountain
Tell the light boys bout whateva turnt on Wayne like a muthafuckin' Carter
Niggas water whippin' in the hot damn kitchen
Like a nigga eva tarred a guitara, fo' pimpin' high top
This tale from the otha side, lurkin' all black like that boy Problem
Steppin' like a fat hoe, actin' _____(?) so she don't get the thot
The chicken or the fries, young nigga, what it be?
I could turn my shirt to a sky fuck pad
Not even I see when they come and ice me
Like this new Jack city, shit lookin' grim, no medic, Billie
Cross the chopper line, bitch you betta bow down to a nigga greater than yoself
Trick! Flow is immortal, so therefore I go ______(?)
You do something great in yourself, trick
On the track juice gotta keep a juice juice(?!)
Like a nigga lurkin' in South Central
Boy, if you bout that pressure, cross that line
Fuck nigga, such an issue
My nigga!
(Hook)
(Verse 2)
Behold these verses, just starks to the churches
We're all metamorphin' to seven
I'm rockin' bout four times Apollo
You think that my style must be Armageddon
Apocalypse, stop! Probly could betta bow down
That was all about power
Fantasy, dark and it's twisted the wicked demented
Get hit with domestical showers
Not a damn jerk grab on the bane
Gone take down the empire
Brought in the hood just robbin' like Williams
Let's hope that you'll never doubt fire
You niggas be knockin', no cabbage, no UPS person
So tell me what's up with the S
Slippery snakes with their slippery tongues
Stop bating starvations, I'mma shit on yo head
Curry don't match on these cowards
Put shells on their back like they bout to spit fire
No flower gets all of the OG and sour
The head or the brewery, you know when the bitch turn loud
About loud, it's a joke! Get to the dough
Done shroomed out my mental like Mario Bros
I'm seein' no walls, so the collide is go
So I'm guessin' they're already minted, I'm gone
It's quite strikin' that haters won't tell the truth in front of yo face
Not the same time time, not the same place
So they hate from a greater distance, far away
You see them in person, look em in the eye
And they say that wasn't the case
They all can suck a dick in advance
Like Rich Homie Quan, get the fuck out my face, bitch!
(Hook)
