Lyrics Arsenal – Mike Dimes ft. Denzel Curry
I just split my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh
Designer on cuffs, that’s all on my b!tch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that’s how you get over sh!t, uh
How you get rich Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks, Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin’ on fettucine, step in Ricks
Hittin’ my city up, I’m wearin’ six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks, Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin’ on fettucine, step in Ricks
Hittin’ my city up, I’m wearin’ six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
We makin’ deposits, step in the scene for the green
It ain’t nothin’ to leave if I ain’t gonna make it, profit
Got money in my left, right, back, denim jeans
If I roll up my sleeve, you would think I was poppin’
I don’t even be knowin’ why you talkin’ to me
I ain’t talkin’ for free, whip it up, Betty Crocker
These rappers ain’t sh!t, I won’t put in the ..
I be trippin’ for cents, they be trippin’ for boppers
I just split my cup, uh, all on my kicks, uh
Designer on cuffs, that’s all on my b!tch, uh
Two Gs in the blunt, that’s how you get over sh!t, uh
How you get rich Uh, uh
How you got all those sticks, Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin’ on fettucine, step in Ricks
Hittin’ my city up, I’m wearin’ six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks, Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin’ on fettucine, step in Ricks
Hittin’ my city up, I’m wearin’ six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
I smell b!tch
So let’s get it poppin’
You don’t want no problems
When dealin’ with Zel, sh!t
Young boys on that frail sh!t
Sick as hell, sickle cell sh!t
Got me goin’ off the rails, b!tch
And I’m sonnin’ n**gas like I’m jail, b!tch, uh
All the women callin’ me a wapo
Money like a mob boss, call me Zel Chapo, yeah
All the n**gas know to let the shots go
I don’t show no mercy ‘less it’s Murcielago, yeah
Money over b!tches is the motto
Now the opps dead like Apollo versus Drago, yeah
Never tell nobody that you got dough
What do you think most these rappers get dropped for
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg
Please do not click on me, dawg
I got the stick on me, dawg, got the stick on me, dawg
How you got all those sticks, Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin’ on fettucine, step in Ricks
Hittin’ my city up, I’m wearin’ six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz
How you got all those sticks, Uh, bricks, uh
Eatin’ on fettucine, step in Ricks
Hittin’ my city up, I’m wearin’ six
Think he can sit with us, I call a blitz…
➤ Written by Mike Dimes & Denzel Curry
Album: Texas Boy
Produced by Ben10k & CD.mp3
Mike Dimes | Denzel Curry | 2023
