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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Vocals
Kenny Mason
Kenny Mason
Vocals
Project Pat
Project Pat
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Denzel Curry
Denzel Curry
Songwriter
Edwin Green
Edwin Green
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Charlie Heat
Charlie Heat
Producer
Nate Burgess
Nate Burgess
Recording Engineer
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Ruairí O'Flaherty
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Damn, nigga (He's heating up) Damn, nigga Damn, nigga Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy (Damn, nigga) I don't trust nobody, because some want me to suffer (Suffer) Even Jesus called a nigga out on his last supper (Judas) Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st- st- st- stutter (Stutter) All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew "Go suck your mudder" (Baow) What could you do, huh? Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh You is a fluke, huh, I play your bitch like a flute, huh, huh With all the shit that I seen, this water so sick as a flu, huh, huh Treatin' my people like animals, bitch, I grew up in the zoo, huh, huh Monkey fist, mixed with Bruce Lee kicks You get your kufi split (Uh, yeah) Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this (Uh) This is ludicrous I'll be lit forever 'till I say I'm fuckin' through with this Snatch the power from you, 'cause you don't know, what to do with it And I said what I said (Bitch) Bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds) I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome) And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds) I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch) Power Ranger Glock, bullets came in different colors (Brrt) Bitch, the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture Ain't on safety, press to coverage Who in the fuck he think he pressin'? Tryna convince the press you tough'll Get you pussies pressed in public (Free) Give me the loot, shoot bullets at enemy troops I got more arms than a centipede But he still'll get beat like he sendin' me loops Shitted on any attempt to keep Ken in the kennel The criminals finna get loose Niggas is cinnamon, sit him in food Lord, if he play, I send him to yous, split up in two (Boo) Fuck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headed to Sunday school Bitch, I go where the funds come in twos, no, and it's not with you Hundred racks on your noggin if I'm online And notice your comments rude (Uh) Tryna act like you scared, nigga, you said what you said And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds) I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome) And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds) I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Pat-ta, ew) In the streets, you can catch a ho 'bout that crooked dough Or end up with a hundred plus, never see tomorrow Hard pill to swallow, she look good, shaped like a bottle She's your partner, you locked up, he free, and they full throttle Pat-ta, I done seen it all in them fed walls Facin' all that time, I have 'em scared, tellin' on they dog (Ew) Ballin' in Indiana, somethin' like a pacer Catch me in some Louis boots, Louis on my face-ah Diamonds on my teeth-ah, the game's got sweeter The steak'll replace goose liver, it's time to eat, ah I said what I said and you haven't what you said I just counted two hundred K and I ain't goin' fed (Ew) And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scary) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Doot-doot-doot) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (The feds) I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Dome) And I said what I said, bitch, you scared, bitch, you scared (Scared) I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed (Brrt) I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds (Feds) I'm about my family, God, business and my bread (Bitch) Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it) Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, Keep on talk-(Do it) Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it) Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' (Do it) Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo' Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack—, jack for yo'
Writer(s): D. Curry, Edwin Green Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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