SKED

SKED (Explicit) - Denzel Curry/Kenny Mason/Project Pat

Lyrics by：D. Curry/E. Brown/E. Green/P. Houston/J. Houston

Composed by：D. Curry/E. Brown/E. Green/P. Houston/J. Houston

Produced by：Charlie Heat

Damn nigga he's heating up

Damn nigga

Damn nigga

Ayy ayy ayy damn nigga

I don't trust nobody because some want me to suffer

Even Jesus called a nigga out on his last supper

Tell it like it is 'cause I don't st-st-st-stutter

All these Jamaican shottas tell your crew

Go suck your mudder

What could you do huh

Try me they put you in suits huh huh

You is a fluke huh

I play your ***** like a flute huh huh

With all the s**** that I seen

This water so sick as a flu huh huh

Treatin' my people like animals *****

Grew up in the zoo huh huh

Monkey fist mixed with Bruce Lee kicks

You get your kufi split

Sleep on this I gotta ask Bill Cosby if he roofied this

This is ludicrous I'll be lit forever

'Till I say I'm ******* through with this

Snatch the power from you

'Cause you don't know what to do with it

And I said what I said *****

***** you scared ***** you scared

And I said what I said *****

You scared ***** 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

I'm about my family God business and my bread

And I said what I said ***** you

Scared ***** you scared scared

I don't go to sleep without a Glock by my bed

I don't say no names 'cause them boys might be the feds

I'm about my family God business and my bread

*****

Power Ranger Glock bullets came in different colors

***** the crib I'm in got more sticks than acupuncture

Ain't on safety press to coverage

Who the s**** he think he pressin'

Tryna convince the press you tough'll get you

P***ies pressed in public

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

S****ted 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

**** a truce we was tuckin' tools

Headed to Sunday school

***** I go where the funds come in two's no

And it's not with you