Steel Ill

[Intro: Denaun] Yeah, I said hospital bills, that's really real Uh, uh, hospital bills, Kuniva's really ill [Verse 1: Kuniva] Somebody tell Miss Sevias to get the chains off the door Your highness is stupid. Lower than Lauren, and she on the floor I'm feeling her, Mr. Diggler, here for the nutter Brown paper bag pimpin' and I'm looking like "what up?" Boss hogging, shady niggas who's known for keeping the D lit Cold as ice, finger popping bitches on the ski lift We get to cutting up like some Puerto Ricans You can smell the stank on us like we outta Secret Peep it, squeeze the heat too frequent, why not? Why blow up my spot? Cause y'all both got shot Now check it. I'm feeling antsy, still in the pantry, until her man leaves That's not a punchline, I'm really feeling Nancy Me and the clique, we mobbing, performing Kama Sutra All on your broad, while you in the booth sounding like Future We fucking with condoms, we fucking with condoms, yeah We fucking with condoms, we fucking with condoms, yeah [Hook: Denaun] Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!) Does nine really spill (Yeah!) I said, hospital bills, that's really real Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Does mine really spill I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Denaun] Ayo, niggas keep popping off Bet he get his fam hit, lightning with the hands Credit it to the Shazam shit Crowds come from miles out just to see the man spit I can't send dick pics, the shit won't fit the bandwidth (whoo!) Denaun team's backpack, fuck who you stand with? Play a couple jams that make you Toucan Sam sick Pack gats bigger than Shaq in a Kazam flick Ran out of body bags, I'm hoping the Saran fit Call Olivia Pope, and Fitz, they won't get yo damn wits of this hell sandwich I'm trying to learn to speak Español, yo Me and Han Solo went to a Bon Jo show Wearing biker jackets with Decepticon logos Transformer with the upper echelon flow though Denaun's more sorta like Alonzo Head honcho, you're more like Gonzo in a poncho I am Carlito Brigante you are Donnie Brasco I am now with the Illuminati They want me to sacrifice Ashanti With the Dagger of Ashanti, fuck it, uh, what, I got the knife [Hook: Denaun] Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!) Does nine really spill (Yeah!) I said, hospital bills, that's really real Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Does mine really spill I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Bizarre] (Hahaha, yeah) Sexy male dancer But I'm hardly working, Adidas and Nike suit on But I'm steadily purpin', handicapped ugly bitch But I'm steadily flirting, jacking off in the Walmart (Bitch, close the curtains!) Smoking dope with cab drivers I'm past tired, black Pathfinder, the fat Michael Myers I'm at the bar, buying a lot of drinks, she said "fuck Bizarre" Now she eating a lot of shanks, be scared as hell She think I'ma shoot, I ain't tryna get your number bitch I'm trying to get a boost Before we fuck, I told her "you gon' meet Slim Shady" After I bust a nut: "Bitch, you must be crazy!" I'm on couple's therapy, popping pills and drinking gin I know it's a sin, but I'm attracted to men (Pause!) No pause, a lot of balls, in my dirty ass jaws [Hook: Denaun] Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!) Does nine really spill (Yeah!) I said, hospital bills, that's really real Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Does mine really spill I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah)