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[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Yuh

[Verse: Ski Mask The Slump God & Robb Bank$]

My fleek, elite, no crease, like baby tits

Flow, physique, no Bane, fresh as Clark Kent

Gone with the wind like bad set-up tent

Be hit these bitches like fender-bender, dent

Keepin' the poker on me like I knit

Game in a chokehold, smellin' deodorant

Chasin' the bag, you can call her cent

7:30, uh, hand full of white girl

Feeling like I'm King Kong, beating on my chest, say early, uh

I can get you killed with one phone call

If a nigga play 'round with 430, uh

Nigga I'm the teacher, teacher, preacher

Final form Frieza, bitch I thought you heard me

I don't even talk to fuck niggas, it's a bird

It's a plane, nah, I pop a fuck nigga

Pop the four, nigga playing goose-goose

You a dog, nigga feelin' loose goose

Like a dog, nigga, even if we wings

Bro, we knew that wasn't fly

Couldn't fuck with us