Get the official lyrics for THE SCYTHE by Denzel Curry, TiaCorine, and A$AP Ferg. Master every verse for your next singalong or karaoke session.
The lyrics for THE SCYTHE by Denzel Curry offer a transparent look at the competitive nature of modern rap. Written with a focus on punchy delivery and rhythmic hooks, the songwriting describes a protagonist who remains untouchable by rivals. These lyrics serve as a primary resource for fans seeking the correct lines for singalongs and karaokes, especially the repetitive chorus that warns competitors of the consequences of challenging the “scythe.” The text removes complex linguistic filler to focus on the raw energy of TiaCorine’s “icy” swag and A$AP Ferg’s luxury-heavy verses, ensuring the message of superiority remains accessible for listeners during live performances.
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Listeners can use these lyrics to gain better knowledge of the track’s blend of fashion references and street authority. The verses detail the act of rocking designer labels while maintaining a “pimp” walk and a “bipolar” color palette in luxury vehicles, grounding the high-octane production in a tangible reality of success. By sharing these verses, the community can participate in the harmonic flow of the record, following the vocal shifts from TiaCorine’s feisty opening to Curry’s final declarations about giving to the “ultraground.” Providing the text for THE SCYTHE ensures that the audience can engage with the technical precision of the writing, celebrating a moment where precise lyricism and professional hip-hop production meet to create an authentic anthem for the streets.
February 19, 2026
1 song, 3 minutes
℗ 2026 PH Recordings, LLC., Under exclusive license to Loma Vista Recordings. Distributed by Concord.
Lyrics
[Intro]
(I-I-I-I’m working on dying)
[Chorus: Denzel Curry & TiaCorine, A$AP Ferg]
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (I-I-I, yeah)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Damn, uh, oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
[Verse 1: TiaCorine]
High-key, I’m feisty, I come through way too icy (Burr)
The swag’s off the chart, so that’s why they don’t invite me (Damn)
Spike Lee, come make a movie, booty Nick at Nite me
It’s beef? Come and shoot it, I don’t f*** with all that typing
I’m lit, you tryna act like you ain’t hip
Now you better admit ‘fore I choose your Ni**a and send him a Lyft (Huh?)
I did it one time, I’ma do it again, like a hundred percent (Okay)
‘Cause, bitch, I’m a pimp and I walk with a limp
And you worried ’bout rent and I worried ’bout rockin’ designer
I admit it, I can’t understand ’cause I’m better than them (I know right)
And I wish a bitch would (Ho)
But they don’t never say that shit ’cause this bitch could (Huh?)
I fix my lips to pop some shit because it feel good (Yes)
I’m ridin’ pretty with some bitties twerkin’ on my hood, haha (Oh, forget it)
[Chorus: Denzel Curry & TiaCorine, A$AP Ferg]
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Yeah)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
[Verse 2: A$AP Ferg]
Big whip filled with money, can’t pull up (Woo)
Paint lookin’ like a Fruit Roll-Up (Damn, yeah, uh)
Mink and the color bipolar
White and pink Rolls-Royce when I roll up, yeah (Yeah, uh, damn)
Diamond in my teeth and it’s froze up
And I’m all up in the cat like Doja (Woo, yeah)
Bitch front get parked like Rosa (Uh, woo-hoo)
Not Leah, I’m cut like cocoa (Yeah, damn)
I’m cut like Bruce-a the Lee (Uh)
Baguettie is all on my sleeve (Yeah)
Got rubies that fall to my knees (Uh)
They think it’s spaghetti that’s all on my tee (Right, yeah)
Ain’t nobody f***in’ with T (Right, uh)
Ain’t nobody f***in’ with D (Right, yeah)
Ain’t nobody f***in’ with me (Right, uh)
Ain’t nobody f***in’ with we (Right, yeah, right)
[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
And I wish a bitch would (I wish)
We take from the rich and we give to ourselves (Yeah, yeah)
What’s the point of me robbin’ hood? (Yeah, yeah, damn)
Ultraground get the money, so give up the goods
I might have the stash in a new bank (Yeah, yeah)
Gotta keep a troop like I’m finna buy a new tank (Yeah, yeah, tank)
Ni**as wanna f*** with the scythe, but a bitch can’t (Yeah, yeah, can’t)
You ain’t like that lil’ buddy, ya been lame
[Chorus: Denzel Curry & TiaCorine, A$AP Ferg, Denzel Curry]
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Uh-huh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Yeah)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, damn)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh, oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Woo, yeah, oh)
Ni**as tryna f*** with the scythe, you get sliced, ho (Oh)
[Outro]
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all—
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all—
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all—
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all—
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all—
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all—
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all— (The-The-The-The Scythe)
Y’all Ni**as, y’all Ni**as, y’all— (Ah)
