Follow Deez
Curren$y Lyrics


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No one will stop me

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Mannie Fresh on the beat, he put that wobble on it
He blessed the nigga the B-I-G, now watch me gobble, homie
I put the bottle down, hit the throttle, got 'em now
Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables all around my style
I'm like the bandage on mummy, I got that wrap-around
Circles on you Urkel-ass niggas who tryin' to snatch the sound
Asinine like my public company tryin' to cash me out
Catch me outside and we can see what all that yappin' 'bout
Gladiators with radiators that run hot
Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot
My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
I'm from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia
Got Louisiana geechies whose manners are out of order
Be easy when you see me, salute me and keep it baller
My only tigers comes with stripes, I pipe it up for every bar of 'em

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Got this Monte Carlo that my older homie sold me
Had it for some years, now the means like a trophy
My windows up, I got my main thing rollin'
I trust her so I know she gon' do it just how I showed her
I'm only high when I'm really in the act of smoking
What's the journey Homie, I'm back to square one
Double up somethin'
Convertibles will make a bitch want to fuck some
And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em
Fuck on 'em, stunt on 'em, then I'm ducking 'em
Back in the studio hustlin', bitch we cook drugs in here
You was livin' under false impressions
You not really a G, dawg, you got false credit

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Say we can do what millionaires can can can
The green Dickies suit is garbage can gram man
And what we smokin' come from Oakland via San Fran
Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin', no grandstand
Country boy proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne
Blowin' purp in the fire, burn pipes loud, mayne
You hear a 'skrrt,' then you hear a 'blrrt,' hit the ground, mayne
Them niggas fuckin', out of a bucket, them niggas bustin'
Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches
What's this I witness, these niggas simpin', they Winchell's pimpin'
Don't even honor, they baby mama, but pay for bitches
Ay, partner, that shit ain't playa, stop lookin' lame

Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop




Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around

Overall Meaning

In Curren$y's song Follow Deez, he paints a vivid picture of the tough realities of life in the streets. The first line of the chorus, "No one will stop me," sets the tone for the rest of the song as he describes a world where violence and death are a daily occurrence. The following lines describe a scene where young men with guns roam the streets, taking out their rivals on a daily basis.


Curren$y also pays homage to those who have fallen, smoking for his dead homies as he rides around in his Impala. He raps about the struggles of trying to make it in the rap game, dealing with false credit and false impressions. Despite these challenges, he remains proud of his roots and his country boy upbringing, and he encourages listeners to follow him into his world.


This song serves as a gritty reminder of the harsh realities of life in the streets, and the dangers that come with it. Curren$y's lyrics offer a glimpse into this world and provide insight into the mindset of those who live it.


Line by Line Meaning

No one will stop me
I am unstoppable


Follow me into a land where Impalas squat
Come with me to a place where classic cars are prominently displayed


Young niggas with hammers and daily body drop
Young gang members carrying guns and regularly committing violence


Ogs survive, you still alive, a lot of niggas not
Only the original gangsters (OGs) can survive in this world, many others have died


Smoking for my dead homies while I ride around
Honor to those who have died through smoking


Mannie Fresh on the beat, he put that wobble on it
Producer Mannie Fresh created a wobbly beat for the song


He blessed the nigga the B-I-G, now watch me gobble, homie
Mannie Fresh gave me a good beat, like how he blessed The Notorious B.I.G. on his song, I will dominate this track


I put the bottle down, hit the throttle, got 'em now
I am driving fast, leaving my addiction behind, and taking control


Sodom and Gomorrah deplorables all around my style
My style is filled with sin and debauchery


I'm like the bandage on mummy, I got that wrap-around
I'm everywhere, always present and connected like the bandages on a mummy


Circles on you Urkel-ass niggas who tryin' to snatch the sound
I am too clever for those who imitate me


Asinine like my public company tryin' to cash me out
People who try to buy me out are foolish, just like a public company doing so for the wrong reasons


Catch me outside and we can see what all that yappin' 'bout
Let's talk in person and figure out what you really want to say


Gladiators with radiators that run hot
Tough people with cars that are powerful


Impalas with 'draulics parked at the gun spot
Cars with hydraulic lifts used for display at gun stores


My Uncle told me don't pull it unless you pop pop
My Uncle taught me to only use weapons when necessary


Moptop-head-ass niggas, you get your knot rocked
People with odd hairstyles are in danger of getting beaten up


I'm from Atlanta by way of Savannah, Georgia
I grew up in Savannah, Georgia then moved to Atlanta


Got Louisiana geechies whose manners are out of order
I have friends from Louisiana who act rudely


Be easy when you see me, salute me and keep it baller
Respect me when we meet, acknowledge my status as a baller


My only tigers comes with stripes, I pipe it up for every bar of 'em
My beats are excellent and I enhance each one with my rap skills


Got this Monte Carlo that my older homie sold me
I own a Monte Carlo car that was passed down from an older friend


Had it for some years, now the means like a trophy
This car is a prized possession that I've owned for a while now


My windows up, I got my main thing rollin'
I'm cruising with my significant other in the car


I trust her so I know she gon' do it just how I showed her
I have faith in my partner and know she'll perform to my standards


I'm only high when I'm really in the act of smoking
I only get high when I am smoking


What's the journey Homie, I'm back to square one
I'm back to where I started and wondering what my next step is


Double up somethin'
Increase your wealth in some way


Convertibles will make a bitch want to fuck some
Riding in a convertible can be arousing for a woman


And I done turned corners in a couple of 'em
I've driven around in a few convertibles and know how to handle them


Fuck on 'em, stunt on 'em, then I'm ducking 'em
I'll have sex with them, show off to them, then leave quickly


Back in the studio hustlin', bitch we cook drugs in here
I'm always working in the studio and making great music


You was livin' under false impressions
You were mistaken or uninformed


You not really a G, dawg, you got false credit
You're not a real gangster, you just pretend to be


Say we can do what millionaires can can can
We can live like millionaires and enjoy life to the fullest


The green Dickies suit is garbage can gram man
Wearing a cheap Dickies suit is garbage or uncool


And what we smokin' come from Oakland via San Fran
We obtained our drugs from Oakland, California through San Francisco


Pound of pressure purchased, no flexin', no grandstand
We bought a pound of drugs, but we won't brag about it or show it off


Country boy proud, mayne, smokin' loud, mayne
I'm a proud country boy who enjoys smoking marijuana


Blowin' purp in the fire, burn pipes loud, mayne
I'm smoking purple marijuana and making loud noises with my smoking tools


You hear a 'skrrt,' then you hear a 'blrrt,' hit the ground, mayne
You hear the sound of a car screeching, then the sound of a gun being fired, leading to people running and seeking cover


Them niggas fuckin', out of a bucket, them niggas bustin'
Those guys are having sex in a bucket and are trying to be tough


Over bitches, dirty bitches, flirty bitches
Guys are fighting over girls who are promiscuous or flirtatious


What's this I witness, these niggas simpin', they Winchell's pimpin'
I see guys acting like fools, trying to buy affection or attention from women


Don't even honor, they baby mama, but pay for bitches
Guys are mistreating the mothers of their children, but spending money on other women


Ay, partner, that shit ain't playa, stop lookin' lame
Hey, friend, what you're doing isn't cool or respectable, so stop it now




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: ANTWAN PATTON, BYRON O. THOMAS, SHANTE FRANKLIN, MICHAEL SANTIGO RENDER

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