Black Flag Freestyle Lyrics – Denzel Curry

Black Flag Freestyle Lyrics by Denzel Curry, That Mexican OT is brand new song sung by Denzel Curry, That Mexican OT and music of this latest song is given by Kill. Black Flag Freestyle song lyrics are also penned down by Denzel Curry, That Mexican OT.


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Song: Black Flag Freestyle
Singer: Denzel Curry, That Mexican OT
Music: Kill
Lyrics: Denzel Curry, That Mexican OT
Album: King Of The Mischievous South Vol. 2 (2024)

Black Flag Freestyle Lyrics

Yo, y’all know what time it is
Black flag on everything, stay protected
Move real smooth, know what I’m sayin’?
Don’t spare nothing, let’s go

Ayy, black flag all on my mic’ (On my mic’)
I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right (Hey)
Being broke my kryptonite (Huh), being rich my superpower (Huh)
Smokin’ on these bitter n!ggas, in my hood we call it sour (Smoke)
From the southside of F-L-A, been through Dade and Broward
Musty a$$ kush on me, smellin’ like a golden shower (The shower)
Yeah, I like my weed louder, b!tches badder, n!ggas realer (Ayy)
I don’t play about my family, ’bout my business, ’bout my skrilla (Nah)

Take these n!ggas to escuela, I speak español (Boom)
I don’t deal with pu$$y n!ggas, never hang with messy hoes (No)
Hangin’ with them troopers, boy, you thought he was from Mexico
One up to my Jamaican n!ggas, sak pasé to all my Zoes
I don’t even speak creole, b!tch, I only speak my mind (Huh)
If my music made you deaf, then b!tch, my jewelry made you blind (Bling, baow)
Did it all with one flow, n!ggas used to double-time (Uh-huh)
Yeah, I used to smart-talk, but now I had to dumb it down (Dumb it down)
Straight record Zel, b!tch, I’m blowin’ up the spot (Ayy)
I’m a Carol City n!gga, mane, y’all hoes must’ve forgot (Ayy)
I am not an emo rapper and I ain’t no f**kin’ herd n!gga (What else?)
I was whoopin’ a$$ since the first, second, and third n!gga (What else?)
Girls that be in love with me be the type to curve n!ggas (Curve)
You hoes take a cock or two, so that b!tch a bird, n!gga
Put me in The Firm, n!gga, look at what I earned, n!gga
I’ma keep it P, only thing missin’ is a perm, n!gga

Ayy, black flag all on my mic’ (On my mic’)
I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right (Hey)
Being broke my kryptonite (Huh), being rich my superpower (Huh)
Smokin’ on these bitter n!ggas, in my hood we call it sour (Smoke)
From the southside of F-L-A, been through Dade and Broward
Musty a$$ kush on me, smellin’ like a golden shower (The shower)
Yeah, I like my weed louder, b!tches badder, n!ggas realer (Ayy)
I don’t play about my family, ’bout my business, ’bout my skrilla (Nah)

Brown flag on my steering wheel
I’m so stuck, I’m steering still
F**ked her, had an oil speel
This Draco built like Bushwick Bill
Like I’m from New York, I’m a real born rider
Pull out this long nose revolver like, “Howdy”
Coolin’ at South Park, high as f**k like Towelie
Sippin’ on Crayola, Backwood full of Maui
I’m so caught up with the burnt Burberry
Pants saggin’, my d!ck and balls too heavy
Turn his noodle pack into spaghetti
Then ride with his body on the hood of the Chevy
F-L-A, what the f**k is the deal?
B!tch, I’m straight out of Texas, we keepin’ it trill
Got Kill Bill in me, got King of the Hill
I’m a Activis sipper, I stay crackin’ seals
Cocaine get a hit and a hundred-dollar bill
I’ma delete him with millimeters, nah, for real
I cut it off with people, you just like to feel
I’m beefin’ with alligators ’cause I killed they cousin
Just to make his b!tch a$$ in the booster
I went to the bone, I’m strong with the roots
Got a mouth full of diamonds, lookin’ like Fruity Loops

They know I’m the truth, make them disappear, poof
Hit from the back, make the pu$$y go poof
Traphouse in the south, got shooters on the roof
I’m a dog a$$ Mexican, woof-woof-woof
They know I’m the truth, make them disappear, poof
Hit from the back, make the pu$$y go poof
Traphouse in the south, got shooters on the roof
I’m a dog a$$ Mexican, woof-woof-woof

Ayy, black flag all on my mic’ (On my mic’)
I been known to spend a lot like Bob Barker, the price is right (Hey)
Being broke my kryptonite (Huh), being rich my superpower (Huh)
Smokin’ on these bitter n!ggas, in my hood we call it sour (Smoke)
From the southside of F-L-A, been through Dade and Broward
Musty a$$ kush on me, smellin’ like a golden shower (The shower)
Yeah, I like my weed louder, b!tches badder, n!ggas realer (Ayy)
I don’t play about my family, ’bout my business, ’bout my skrilla (Nah)

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