Whisper

[Pre-Chorus: J.K. The Reaper] What you 'bout to do? Bitch, I think I'm Terry I don't chase no pussy or no rats, no Tom & Jerry You niggas is scary And I think it's hilarious Bitch, I'm underwater drinking air, an Aquarius Bitch, I’m an Aquarius So you know I'm wavy You are not my homie So I know you shady It's a slim chance that I know you gon' play me Bitches want the cocaine like we in the 80s [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Shhh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent [Verse 1: Nyyjerya] Bitch, I peeped your game You was never on my team You just sending for the ring But how you gonna ball with me if you can't feel the pain? I step up in the paint You see crazy [?] Never in the main Watch out for my rain I make it flood, tidal waves I’m on TIDAL, so I’m paid Don’t think I got it made My life an everyday struggle, and I never had a maid You the help, you my slave Bow down to the infamous empress Known for dethroning you niggas who thought your threats was imminent Fuck niggas send shots through the Internet When I pull up on your block, it’s no doubt I’m ending that [Pre-Chorus: J.K. The Reaper] What you 'bout to do? Bitch, I think I'm Terry I don't chase no pussy or no rats, no Tom & Jerry You niggas is scary And I think it's hilarious Bitch, I'm underwater drinking air, an Aquarius Bitch, I’m an Aquarius So you know I'm wavy You are not my homie So I know you shady It's a slim chance that I know you gon' play me Bitches want the cocaine like we in the 80s [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Shh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent [Verse 2: Yoshi Thompkins] Keep that shit down to a minimum Mimic me, you mini-me Don’t take my energy I’m feeling it You always talk 'bout what you finna be Without no action, make it happen No more fooling me I’m fool on beats, I act too fool on beats Man, Boynton Beach [?], I got that tool on me So special, she step away, they don’t wanna [?] They send them straight to me I answer when I’m fucking needed Never felt more live I’m with the stars, this shit can stop my breathin' Hold up, now breathe in, breathe in Breathe out, press your buttons like Beemo Just to see what you be ‘bout We really savage Yeah, that’s what we be ‘bout Fuck a bitch in the treehouse Sit on my face, treat my dick like a seesaw Go up and down, go up and down Catch a nut, then I be out Kick a bitch out her own house [Pre-Chorus: J.K. The Reaper] What you 'bout to do? Bitch, I think I'm Terry I don't chase no pussy or no rats, no Tom & Jerry You niggas is scary And I think it's hilarious Bitch, I'm underwater drinking air, an Aquarius Bitch, I’m an Aquarius So you know I'm wavy You are not my homie So I know you shady It's a slim chance that I know you gon' play me Bitches want the cocaine like we in the 80s [Chorus: Denzel Curry] Shh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet, ahh Tell the pussy keep quiet I don’t wanna hear no noise, keep it dead silent [Outro: J.K. The Reaper] It's U season, motherfucker I know y'all niggas looking at this right now You really hurt, I get it My mother didn't raise no fool You shouldn't take a picture, nigga You shouldn't take a picture When we invited you to the party, you should have showed up You can't show up no more I’ll slap the taste out your lips, give it back to your moms Put that shit in the fucking present And put it under a Christmas tree, bitch, because that is all you get A gang of spit, fuck outta here Your shit’s not popping, nigga, sit down I’m calling out the stupid nigga who tried to do the diddy bop in the middle of the circle Everybody thought you was tight That was back in high school, not anymore, game over Nigga, you look like Pac-Man, fuck out'ta here