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