Knotty Head UK Remix Feat. AJ Tracey & Rick Ross

[Intro: Rick Ross] It's history right here Wassup my nigga? It's time to empower these niggas, baby, do it for the city We got to give it to them raw though, ya heard me? [Verse 1: AJ Tracey] J-11 skeet skeet (skeet) 23s, word to Reekz (Reekz) I put sauce in these skreets (skrr) Smashing grams and no deets (smashing) Brodie Dave had the squares (Dave) Rockstar with them tears (tearing) I was juugin' like I'm Rick Ross Losing weight eating pears (uh!) Teeth and neck or Smart Water (water) Richy Rich, I'm that porter (I am) Send a lamb to that slaughter Slaught it, chopper 9 to that quarter (chop chop) Niggas talk but don't bang (Bow!) Niggas sell but don't slang, damn (trapping) Judge got bacon in, damn, oh man They so nice in that can (free 'em) Flowers and snakes on my garments (Gucci) I fuck models in apartments (uh!) Eating dinners as my starters Tryna hit the belly, no Cartman (belly) Shotty make a nigga cartwheel I had molly for the half deal (what?) Hoe shot me down with a crossbow (uh?) Now I don't know how a heart feel (nah) I got uncles and they aren't Phil (nope) If she ain't fucking, she can't chill (skrr) Grey niggas dip up your trackies, err That's a savage, you can ask Dill I used to say a bag on the outfit casual Now it's ten bag when I step out (step out) Couldn’t buy a trim back then, I was stressed out Now peng tings get their chest out [Verse 2: Denzel Curry] U.L.T for life and I'm gon' rep it till the death of me My physical and spiritual is never sold separately Medically inclined forever feeling that the sky is better Sky is not the limit my attitude will disguise the weather Under my sweater I'm feeling as if I'm under pressure I need a Smith and Wesson You say I need a lecture I got a dead brother plus I've never seen my mother Question my feelings of her Asking me if I still love her [Pre-Chorus: Denzel Curry] Get the product then we out the door Mama I've been twistin' weed And now it's time to lock the fro, blowin' dro Call me knotty head cause I don't give a fuck I was raised off in the projects, know this life ain't meant for us Bitch I can't be touched Get the product then we out the door Mama I've been twistin' weed And now it's time to lock the fro, let it go Call me knotty head and if I ever go Tell my mama that I love her cause tomorrow not for sure I would never know [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Tote a 4 and pour some liq' I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live Knotty headed niggas Told her I might hit a lick I'ma tote that stick until they send me to the pen This the way it is, I gotta get it how I live Knotty headed niggas [Verse 3: Rick Ross] Yeah, uh Maybach Music Found another body in the lake (huh) Same day another tattoo on his face (huh) Obituary on his mother’s fireplace Baby mother fuck another sucker on a blind date (woo) Shots fired every night I’m tryna mind mine Dolphin Gang, Bello cigars on the sideline (yea) Pussy niggas you can see it on his timeline Hatin' on his dawg, shit I’m tryna find mine (woo) Calm nigga when I’m lit up I get Von Miller (huh) Rich niggas if you real then you can run with us (let's get it) Educated reading books I’m talkin Art of War Whippin yoda yayo residue on the marble floors I wanna see my niggas with the flyest clothes (woo) Came to put my city on that’s if I’m right or wrong (what?) Pulling into Risco Park in the richest cars (woo) And I’m thinking of my dawgs since I’m livin wrong Jehovah’s witness swear to God I done seen it all (bang) Picking up the pistols every time the dogs bark (ugh) You pointing fingers but them choppers cutting arms off D.C.C.C. we came to warn y'all Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all Mothafucka damn right we came to warn y'all (huh) Curry what’s up! Double M (uh) It’s futuristic shit