[Intro: Denaun]
Yeah, I said hospital bills, that's really real
Uh, uh, hospital bills, Kuniva's really ill

[Verse 1: Kuniva]
Somebody tell Miss Sevias to get the chains off the door
Your highness is stupid. Lower than Lauren, and she on the floor
I'm feeling her, Mr. Diggler, 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 the D lit
Cold as ice, finger popping bitches on the ski lift
We get to cutting up like some Puerto Ricans
You can smell the stank on us like we outta Secret
Peep it, squeeze the heat too frequent, why not?
Why blow up my spot? Cause y'all both got shot
Now check it. I'm feeling antsy, still in the pantry, until her man leaves
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 fucking with condoms, we fucking with condoms, yeah
We fucking with condoms, we fucking 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 he get his fam hit, lightning with the hands
Credit it to the Shazam shit
Crowds come from miles out just to see the man spit
I can't send dick pics, the shit won't fit the bandwidth (whoo!)
Denaun team's backpack, fuck who you stand with?
Play a couple jams that make you Toucan Sam sick
Pack gats bigger than Shaq in a Kazam flick
Ran out of body bags, I'm hoping the Saran fit
Call Olivia Pope, and Fitz, they won't get yo 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 biker jackets with Decepticon logos
Transformer with the upper echelon flow though
Denaun'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 Ashanti, fuck 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 purpin', handicapped ugly bitch
But I'm steadily flirting, jacking off in the Walmart
(Bitch, close the curtains!) Smoking dope with cab drivers
I'm past tired, black Pathfinder, the fat Michael Myers
I'm at the bar, buying a lot of drinks, she said "fuck Bizarre"
Now she eating a lot of shanks, be scared as hell
She think I'ma shoot, I ain't tryna get your number bitch
I'm trying to get a boost
Before we fuck, I told her "you gon' meet Slim Shady"
After I bust a nut: "Bitch, 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 ass 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)