Denzel Curry - Envy Me lyrics

[Hook:] I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me 21 guns, for my enemies n***as got some, ho a** tendencies Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherf** my enemies Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherf** my enemies Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me Up in Carol City, me and Lotto in the charger, when we slide to deep (Too deep) Can't f** with the south with a AK-forty-seven bumping T Double-D (Double D, n***a!) First forty-eight, gotta say it one time, R.I.P. my n***a Bizzle (Bizzle!...bizzle) Kick, drill, ravish of a n***a think he savage, turn him to a popsicle That's "Ice...COLD!", and my last name ain't three-thousand (3000) Bad a** b**h on my t.i.p. (Tip Harris), she wet, like an everlasting fountain Still a Hot Boy, ‘bout whatever like, Turk or Wayne, like a motherf**in' Carter n***as water whipping, in the hot damn kitchen, like a n***a Avatar, or Katara Remember that it's still f** the other side, lurking all black, like that boy Plies Snapping, like a fat ho at the Popeye's when she don't get the thigh, the chicken, or the fries So n***a what it be? I can turn my shirt to a ski, f** feds, not even ice T Wanna come and ice me, like it's New Jack City, sh** looking grim - no Mandy, Billy Cross the chopper line b**h, you better bow down to a n***a greater than yourself...trick Flow is immortal, so therefore I gorde, you do something of it for yourself...trick From the 'Tre deuce, got to keep a deuce deuce, like a n***a lurking in South Cen-TRU (South Central) Bruh, if you bout that pressure cross that line, f** n***a state your issue... My n***a [Hook] Behold these verses, the stars to the churches will all metamorph into seven I'm rocking about four types of polo, you peep that my style it must be Armageddon Apocalypse stop, pop the clip, better bow down now it's all about power Fantasy darker than Swishers, the wicked demented, get hit with the mystical shower Now that's dan-ger grab, on the ban-ger, take down the empire bruh In the hood just robbin', like Williams,let's hope that they'll never doubt fire n***as be knocking no cabbage, no UPS person, so tell me what's up with the S? Slithery snakes, with they slithery tongues, salivating salvations with sh** on your head Yes, Curry gone mash on these cowards[?] Put shells to they back like they bowser, spit fire - no flower Get smoke, like the OG and sour then head up to Broward You know when the ba** turn up louder, 'bout loud as the dro, get to the door I'm shroomed out my mental, like Mario Bros I'm seeing the walls start to kaleidoscope, so I'm guessing that already means that I'm gone It's quiet striking that, haters won't tell the truth in front of your face Not the same 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 Y'all can s** a dick in advance, like Rich Homie Quan, get the f** out my face...b**h [Hook] [?]