Denzel Curry - Kristi lyrics

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Denzel Curry - Kristi lyrics

[Intro: NickNPattiWhack] Aw Lord baby, she got a flip phone Da-damn baby, I been smokin' Been chokin' and it's so potent baby, we high baby And you got the silver Gucci by my man Ferg, baby? You a giant baby, you steppin' on these ni**as' necks Sometimes you gotta just ease that, ease that left foot off baby And then put your right foot on the, on the top of them, big baby And choke them even harder, cause you's a dog You's a, you's a fu*kin' champ, these are puppies baby They can't, they can't fu*k with you baby, Lord [Verse 1: A$AP Ferg] Racks on racks on racks, (yeah) Dapper Dan all on my back (right) Double G all on my cap, (yeah) monogram on a Maybach (smear) Testin' that pussy like Pap (smear) eatin' that b*tch from the back (yeah) Mumble rap all on that cat (yeah) Lil Pump, she makin' it clap I'm 'bout to write Yammy a letter, tell 'em I'm doin' way better (right) "Plain Jane" the song of the year (yeah) I'm busy just chasin' the lettuce I'm a Calvin Klein model on billboards, I did a campaign with the fellas (right) Adidas done gave me another deal and Hennessy too, they got cheddar (alright) Shoot videos in the PJs (yeah) then I go hop on a PJ (yeah) They sendin' me all these free clothes (right) momma just put it on eBay I run the sh*t like a relay, ni**as gon' have to press replay Yammy say hi to my daddy for me, and Jam Master Jay for TJ [Interlude: NickNPattiWhack] Goddamn, ni**a When it be raining outside ni**a, you the umbrella Cause that sh*t just bounce off you with that Gucci God, ni**a I'ma call you Kristi YamaGucci, baby Cause you just all over the fu*kin' world with this sh*t, baby ni**as cannot touch you [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] Trench coat mob is a Go-Go Gadget You don't wanna see a pretty scene get drastic fu*kin' with the Lords, no Frodo Baggins ni**as bring your clothes to the screen like a fat b*tch Even though my name is Denzel, no actin' Pap-pap, puttin' everything inside a casket Track that, everything is gonna be a classic Wrap that, put that b*tch inside a prophylactic When I'm rappin', got no heart, I'm double tappin' From a city built on coke and pistol-packin' See you flaggin' and they packin' what you lackin' Take you out and then they act like nothin' happen Amnesia got rid of the heater Back in the hood where they blowin' on reefer I follow the light while you follow the leader Now a ni**a overseas where they checkin' my Visa, look [Interlude: NickNPattiWhack] Nah baby, what kinda flip phone you got? Is that a Nextel baby, no, a Chirp baby This ni**a got a Boost, baby, what the fu*k ni**a, you gotta step it up You need to get you a trap phone ni**a you need to get one of these fu*kin' Motorolas, baby ni**as can't even track us, baby [Verse 3: IDK] Finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, finger roll, dunk, yeah Ballin' on my enemies, I ain't even tyin' up the pumps, huh Imagine when I tie 'em up, yeah I shake 'em, they gon' need a crutch, yeah And I ain't talkin' groupie b*tches When I say they got their panties in a bunch I'm talkin' ni**as, I ain't talkin' nada They ain't talkin' figures, gotta be six, seven or better Tryna get a house, gotta get my bread up Tryna stay on pace? You gon' have to step up Cruisin' in a Wraith, see if they make it get-up Pull up to the place, fu*ked her when we met up Yeah, I'm gettin' buzz, but I never let up I ain't seen a doctor, but I got my check up Check up, check up, check up, check up I'm playin' chess, you stuck on checkers That's why your gang can never check us They take your chain, and now you neck-less Check up, check up, check up, check up I got a check on my watch (wait) I'm losin' track of time Cause I don't hear tick or no tock (yup)