RVD

[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God] Huh, what, yuh Why they be on my dick? (Wet, wet, wet, wet) So fucking hard (Wet, wet, why!) I know I be shittin' on them You fucking stink nigga, of fucking jealousy, on God They be literally forcing their malevolent energy around me When I ask them what they jealous about? Huh? I maneuver, I maneuver Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy [Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God] Yuh, Dracula ’cause first I'm gon' count Spectacular, no mouth, she use snout, uh Yes I’m from the South, dirty golds in my mouth, uh Told 'em catch up like you dropped in Tomato Town, uh Stuffed grass blunt to my mouth lights out, 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 [Verse 2: Danny Towers] Off the piff, huh Like I hit a riff, huh I be duckin' 12, tell the judge suck a dick, huh Used to live in Hell I ain't failed ever since, huh Walkin' Ginger Ale, Chip and Dale on my stick, huh Ooh, you spicy, huh, you spicy I fucked her bestie now she like "Danny you shiesty", huh In my white tee, yuh, in my white tee Say you want smoke, all that pressure excite me [Verse 3: Ski Mask The Slump God] Ayy, 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 me finish, uh, brace yourself like dentist, yeah Stone like a Flint, uh, sharp top of fence, uh 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 had poke it like a titty Um, Danny Towers, Tilted Towers, when he fuck your bitch Police need to leave Kodak alone and fucking suck a dick Feeling like my name Malone, 'cause I'm posted with a cig' I don’t want you, fucking bitch, I bob and weave and fuck her lips [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God] Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't fuck 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 fuckin' with Ski Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't fuck 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 fuckin' with Ski [Verse 4: Danny Towers] 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 I can't take this is fucking 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 [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God] Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't fuck 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 fuckin' with Ski Uh