Mr. Porter - Steel Ill lyrics

[Intro: Denaun] Yeah, I said hospital bills, that's really real Uh, uh, hospital bills, Kuniva's really ill [Verse 1: Kuniva] Somebody tell Mr. [?] to get the chains off the door Your highness, stupid and lower, and lower she on the floor I'm feeling her, Mr. [?], here for the nutter Brown paper bag pimpin' and I'm looking like "what up?" Boss hogging, shady n***as who's known for keeping it [diddly?] Cutter's eyes, finger popping b**hes on the steely We get to cutting up like some Puerto Ricans You can smell the stank on us like we outta Sequin Peep it, squeeze the heat to frequent, why not Why blow up my spot? Cause y'all both got shot Now check it, feeling Nancy, still in the pantry, until I'm manly That's not a punchline, I'm really feeling Nancy Me and the clique, we mobbing, performing Kama Sutra All on your broad, while you in the booth sounding like Future We f**ing with condoms, we f**ing with condoms, yeah We f**ing with condoms, we f**ing with condoms, yeah [Hook: Denaun] Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!) Does nine really spill (Yeah!) I said, hospital bills, that's really real Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Does mine really spill I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 2: Denaun] Ayo, n***as keep popping off Bet I get his fam hit, lightning with the hands Credit it to the Shazam sh** Crowds come from miles out just to see the man spit I can't send dick pics, the sh** won't fit the bandwidth (whoo!) The 19's backpack, f** who you stand with Play a couple jams that make you two [?] sit Pack gats bigger than Shaq in a Kazam flick We ran out of body bags, I'm hoping the Saran fit Call Olivia Pope, and Fitz, they won't get you damn wits of this hell sandwich I'm trying to learn to speak Español, yo Me and Han Solo went to a Bon Jo show Wearing bucket jackets with Decepticon logos Transformer with the Upper Ashelon flow though The nine's more sorta like Alonzo Head honcho, you're more like Gonzo in a poncho I am Carlito Brigante you are Donnie Brasco I am now with the Illuminati They want me to sacrifice Ashanti With the dagger of Asante, f** it, uh, what, I got the knife [Hook: Denaun] Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!) Does nine really spill (Yeah!) I said, hospital bills, that's really real Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Does mine really spill I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah) [Verse 3: Bizarre] (Hahaha, yeah) Sexy male dancer But I'm hardly working, Adidas and Nike suit on But I'm steadily burping, handicapped ugly b**h But I'm steadily flirting, jacking off in the Walmart (b**h, close the curtains!) Smoking dope with cab drivers I'm past tired, black [?] fire, the fat Michael Myers I'm at the bar, buying a lot of drinks, she said "f** Bizarre" But she eating a lot of shanks, be scared as hell She think I'ma shoot, I ain't tryna get your number b**h I'm trying to get a booze Before we f**, I told her "you owe me Slim Shady" After I bust a nut? b**h, you must be crazy! I'm on couple's therapy, popping pills and drinking gin I know it's a sin, but I'm attracted to men (Pause!) No pause, a lot of balls, in my dirty a** jaws [Hook: Denaun] Ayo, hospital bills, that's really real We actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Is Mac really stale? (Yeah!) Does nine really spill (Yeah!) I said, hospital bills, that's really real Actually still, clumsy with the bullets, man Does mine really spill I said Denaun's really ill (Yeah, yeah)