[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God & Traedakidd]
([?] Da Hitman, Da Hitman)
Aye!
(Gang!) Hold up
Look at my jacket, aye, aye (Bitch!)
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh (You already know what the fuck goin' on)
(Yo', Traedakidd, Friday, VR)
(Ski Mask, gang!) Aye!
[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Sharkboy with teeth on my swag, how you bite?
Sike, got a third leg, like a trike
Penicillin, how I take you to my strap, like dyke
For me to be with some [?], cellulite
[Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
You can't tell a nigga nuh-uh, uh-uh
Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh!
You can't tell a nigga nothin', hold up!
[Verse 2: Traedakidd & Friday Santana]
Pop out the mansion, and sell for these bricks
Young Trae finesse, yeah, I used to hit licks
Hit the gas in a foreign whip
With that glizzy, all on my hip
20 bands in my hand, all cash (Cash)
Young nigga get stacks, with the bag (Bag)
Gave my teacher the D, so I passed (Passed)
Hit her once, and I made the hoe brag (Brag)
Real nigga, I don't check no tag (Tag)
In Neiman's, spendin' them racks (Woah!)
We turn yo' boy to a pack (Pack)
Young nigga smokin' on gas (Friday Santana!)
[Verse 3: Friday Santana]
We turn that boy to a pack (Pew, pew, pew)
I just be smokin' that gas (Smokin' that gas!)
Shorty pull up with the racks (Oh yeah!)
Fuckin' that bi', make her brag (God damn!)
Used to hit it in my class (Alright)
I got digits in the bag (What?)
I got bitches shakin' ass (I got bitches)
I got liquor in the bag (I got liquor)
50,000 on white Vans (Yeah!)
Fuckin' 'round, and poppin' Xan (You heard?)
Used to give the teacher D, huh (Uh)
Just so I could pass the class, yeah
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