[ Featuring
Ski Mask the Slump God, Danny Towers ]
Huh? What? Yeah
Why they be on my dick so f*cking hard?
I know I be shittin' them smoking ass niggas
F*cking jealousy (on God)
Yeah, Dracula 'cause first I'm gon' count
Spectacular, no mouth, she use snout, uh
Yes I'm from the South, dirty gold in my mouth, uh
Told 'em catch up like you dropped in Tomato Town, uh
Stop Crash!, Blood to my mouth like south, uh
Rice around, white like the crust on your mouth, uh
If you don't like it, bye bitch be out, uh
Why your ass around me? Oh yeah, 'cause my clout
I do pills, huh
Like I hit a Roof', huh
I've been duckin' 12, tell the judge suck a dick, huh
Used to live in Hell I ain't bailed ever since, huh
Walkin' Ginger Ale, Chip and Dale on my stick, huh
Ooh, you spicy, huh, you spicy
I f*cked her bestie now she like, "Danny you shiesty", huh
In my White T, yeah, in my White T
Say you want smoke, all that pressure excite me
Aye, olly olly oxen free how I misunderstood this shit, uh
Coppers can't get a drop on me like a beat that's almost finished, uh
Hol' up, let my finish, uh, brace yourself like Dennis, uh
Stone like a Flint, uh, sharp top of fence, uh (yeah)
Diamonds cold as nippy, give her PP like spell Hippy
I must've just had a wet dream, 'cause a nigga drippy
They be so surprised that I got cents like my name 50
Popped a couple Glocks and poke it like a titty
Um, Danny Towers, Tilted Towers, when he f*ck your bitch
Police need to leave Kodak alone and f*cking suck a dick
Feeling like my name Malone, 'cause I'm posted with a cig'
I don't want you, f*cking bitch, I bob and weave and f*ck her lips, uh
Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't f*ck with these niggas
Rob Van Dam, wrestling these bitches
Call me back fam', need to know you with me
Tired of these people that pretend they f*ckin' with Ski
Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't f*ck with these niggas
Rob Van Dam, wrestling these bitches
Call me back fam', need to know you with me
Tired of these people that pretend they f*ckin' with Ski
She a nasty bitch, gulp, gulp, gulp
I give her nasty dick like oh, oh, oh
I went from rags to riches, no help, just hope
Now I'm T'd up in this bitch, a crosshair on my scope, uh uh
I can't take this, it's f*cking with my vision
You can't say shit 'cause you is not no different
I push up in that Hellcat tote heavy ammunition
I don't feel great, but these diamonds on me pissing
Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't f*ck with the niggas
Rob Van Dam, uh, wrestling these bitches
Call me back fam', need to know you with me
Tired of these people that pretend they f*ckin' with Ski, uh
