SKED Denzel Curry & Kenny Mason

Damn, nigga (He's heating up)
Damn, nigga
Damn, nigga
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, 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 mother" (baow)

What could you do, huh?
Try me, they put you in suits, huh, huh
You is a fluke, huh
I blew 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, miss 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 'til I say I'm fuckin' through with this
Snatch your 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 (scared)
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

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 will get you pussies pressed in public

Gimme 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 kill Ken
And I can't let no criminals finna get loose
Niggas is cinnamon, send him in food
Know if he play 'em, I send 'em to yous, split up in two

Fuck a truce, we was tuckin' tools, headin' 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 (scared)
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

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)