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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 b*tches 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 n*gga play 'round with 430, uh
n*gga I'm the teacher, teacher, preacher
Final form Frieza, b*tch I thought you heard me
I don't even talk to f*ck n*ggas, it's a bird
It's a plane, nah, I pop a f*ck n*gga
Pop the four, n*gga playing goose-goose
You a dog, n*gga feelin' loose goose
Like a dog, n*gga, even if we wings
Bro, we knew that wasn't fly
Couldn't f*ck with us
Feelin' all types of venomous
Life happiness is easy, manifestin'
Manchester season goals, yup, I'm a destinen