Lyrics

Denzel Curry – SKED Lyrics

Denzel Curry SKED Lyrics (feat. Kenny Mason)

Damn, nigga (Yeah) (He’s heating up)
Damn, nigga (Yeah)
Damn, nigga (Yeah)
Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy
Damn, nigga (Yeah)

I don’t trust nobody because someone needs 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 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)
It’s ludicrous, I’ll be lit forever ’till 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’ll 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 or Ken or the criminals finna get loose
Niggas is cinnamon, send him in food
Know if he play ’em, I send ’em to yous, pull 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
Hunnid 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)