STILL SKED

[Intro: Denzel Curry & King Von]

Damn, nigga

Von (he's heating up)

Von (Go Grizz)

Damn, nigga

Von

Damn, nigga

Von

Aye, aye, aye, aye (damn, nigga)

[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

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 world is so sick, it’s a flu, huh, huh

Treatin' my people like animals, bitch, I grew up in a zoo, huh, huh

Monkey fist, mixed with Bruce Lee kicks, you get your kufi split (hyyyyah)

Sleep on this, I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofiеd this (uh)

This is ludicrous, I'll be lit forever 'til I say I'm fuckin' through with this

Snatch thе power from you, 'cause you don't know what to do with it

[Chorus 1: Denzel Curry]

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)

[Chorus 2: King Von]

This ain't OG, this shit smokin'

This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)

This that shit that have you chokin'

And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed)

Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real

And my bitch got ass shots

But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah)

This ain't OG, this shit smokin'

This shit Thrax for real (this that Thrax for real)

This that shit that have you chokin'

And got Tooka killed (it got Tooka killed)

Niggas chasin' clout and claimin' bodies they ain't do for real

And my bitch got ass shots

But I promise that this strap is real (rah, rah, rah, UH)

[Verse 2: King Von]

Niggas ain't gon' shoot for real

They ain't gon' shoot for real (they ain't gon' shoot)

Call up Muwop, he grab his Glock and he gon' shoot to kill (rah, rah)

I done hit his stains for real, uh

Niggas ain't gang for real, uh

Niggas go to jail and tell

I done sent hits from my cell, damn

Bad bitch posted my bail, uh

Scream, FUK 12 (12)

All these bales, came from the cartel (the cartel)

They say I got mail, damn (I got mail, yeah)

Who got nailed? (Who got nailed, huh?)

That boy a trophy, I'ma put him on a shelf (boom, boom, boom)

[Verse 3: Lil Durk]

I ain't gon' lie, that shit major, my hoes carry tasers (yeah)

When it comes to this lil' paper, my shit come in pages (for sure)

When I had to slow down on them drugs

I had to go through phases (for sure)

Even though we fightin' all them cases, keep them guns on stages (yeah)

Booka gave me X pills, told me chase it but I cannot take it

Why these niggas actin' like they real when niggas know they fake it

I can't take it

Hit a bitch, just hoe his ass

Bro slide with a COVID mask

Last opp, he overgassed (facts), smoke him

Goddamn, he got backdoored

Goose, goose, he overgassed (dope)

Loose screws, I'll buy they ass poles (gang)

Fool, fool, them chains for the low (low)

Goof dude, he a stain, he don't know (bitch)

This .22 smoke (dawg)

Doo, doo, that deuce-deuce blow (go)

Boo-hoo, why you cryin'? You a hoe (bitch)

Fucked you, now he mad, he ain't know

[Verse 4: Kenny Mason]

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're scared, nigga, you said what you said

[Chorus 3: Denzel Curry & Project Pat]

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)

Man 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 (pataa ew!)

[Verse 5: Project Pat]

In the streets, you can catch a hollow 'bout that crooked doll-oh

Or end up with a hunnid 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

Patta??, 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

That steak done replaced goose liver, it's time to eat, ah

I said what I said, and you haven't what you said

I just counted 200K, and I ain't goin' fed (ew!)

[Chorus 4: Denzel Curry]

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)

[Outro: Gangsta Blac]

Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack-, jack you for you (do it)

Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack- (do it)

Keep on, keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack-, jack you for you (do it)

Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack-, jack you for you

Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack-, jack you for you

Keep on talkin' shit, I swear, I jack-, jack you for you