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[Intro: Yung Bans]

Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch

[Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God]

I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat

Kicked up the feet, no Assassin's Creed

Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee

Accept defeat, you, I delete

My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese

Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased

Count up the bread, count up the yeast

This is for my nemesis, rival

If you pull up, then you're dеad on arrival

We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Biblе

Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without a spinal, huh

Never not woke, my gland pineal

On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario

Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario

On the mic, I'm an animal, hit the cardio through audio

[Chorus: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump God]

If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)

Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow)

She said, "No, don't leave" (What's this, what's this?)

Baby, I'm oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be)

We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)

Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)

[Interlude: Ski Mask the Slump God]

Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)

Huh, oh, I'm ready (Haha)

Yuh (Oh, shit), yuh

[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]

I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost

Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce

Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off

And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword

[Verse 3: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump God]

Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul

Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (Huh)

And the dope look sick like Wuhan

'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (Racks)

I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in

I was servin' up bricks at a low end (White)

I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (Huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)

I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)

And the stone on me, stay chillin' with your bitch

It's for him and her like Rosanne

'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet

Should've never put your life in a ho hands

[Chorus: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump God]

If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)

Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow)

She said, "No, don't leave" (What's this, what's this?)

Baby, I'm oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be)

We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)

Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)

Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)

[Verse 4: Lil Yachty]

Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (Hee, hee)

My house sit alone behind gates, bought a manor (Hee, hee)

My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (Hee, hee)

My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on Candler (Hee, go)

Old-school from the seventies

Could've been dropped out the first time I signed, free my boy

That was English like city of Oxford

Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar

I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler

Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (Two)

I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (Frrt)

We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer

My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker

I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (Woo)

Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot

He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (Frrt)

I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot

My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet

Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it

I gotta smell, I gotta taste it

[Outro: Ski Mask The Slump God & Lil Yachty]

Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (On God, slatt)

What's this, what's this?

What's that shit 'cause it better not be (Brr)

Eeh-eeh, (Boat) eeh-eeh, eeh (Go)

Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Slatt, damn)

Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup

Hahaha, oh shit