Monsters Inc.

Lyrics From Snippet [Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God] (Slice ain't even got no license for that fire) Ayy, baby Ayy, baby, hit my line, hit my line One, two, three, four, five, six, seven (ATL Jacob) You know I got all kinds of services, all kinds of services If you under four feet, three feet You a elf, huh [Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God] I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?" Huh (Yuh) Can't keep my bands in my pants, huh My bitch don't love me no more, huh Don't give a fuck, hit my dance, huh We movin' sharp like a, huh, sharp like a muh'fuckin' lance, huh Living down on Drury Lane Muffin Man, bitch, I got dough on my hands I get money, can tell from the stance 'Cause I do what I can, what they can't Stayin' blessed, ain't no need to repent 'Cause I'm keepin' thе metal like cans They need glassеs to see, Clark Kent They gon' pass it to me, far-fetched Gettin' cake like it's my Bar Mitz And I used to sell the stank, armpits Shit can change, can tell by the garments I just be drippin', resemble the garbage Drip, I decorate, bitch, I'm a garnish I know my name is what they wanna tarnish (Huh, huh, huh) Scientist, I discovered the Abyss I've been a soldier, I ain't need ever enlist Out this bitch like a dislocated wrist Fresh air, I'ma gulp from a Brisk [Refrain: Ski Mask the Slump God] What you say? Fuck you mean? Whips got beer bellies like it's been drinkin' motherfucking lean All my boys is beast like I got Teen Titans on the team We tote heavy sticks, all my young drums make you shoulder lean, yuh [Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God] Okay, what you say? You can get cracked like chiropractor, yeah Wonder if I'm really an alien, this in fact Wonder if I'm really a villain, say maybe, yeah They see me as a threat, a challenge like cinnamon Blocks like Minecraft, bitch, I'm an Enderman [...] Look at the wrist, I be givin' them the mist Like a cyst, money stiff like a fist (What did you say, nigga?) Get money, I will help you get the [?] (Bitch ass nigga) Who do you think you are? Who is asking me this? (What did you say, nigga? Yuh) Mind this nigga? You know what we do on Sundays, my nigga (What did you say, nigga?) Yuh [Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God] Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps (Huh, huh) Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps (Huh, huh) Hot potato, tater tot We gon' turn the clock All I like to do, all I really do is Smoke opps, smoke opps, smoke opps On Sundays, I like to smoke opps [Verse: Future] Can't forget them days a nigga wake up in the trap (Trap) Every time, free my dawg, put me on them [?] (Free my dawg) Sippin' on that err with that grrt on my lap ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire (What?)... [Verse: Yeat] Fuckin' millionaire