[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
They say "X is just a city b*tch," ya feel me
[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Rap rigorous
Ace the plate, killin' sh*t
Pace is great, villainous
Filling the plate, p*ssing all over your pus*y pedestal
So skeptical, little edibles, spread 'em, then I'ma wet 'em
Forget 'em, I'll never let 'em, regret 'em
No scope, they scatter, coke flow like batter
Blood drain like batteries, all you n*ggas is calories
Get burned, this finger, your b*tch squirm
I'm rigorous, just learn, you n*ggas should take turns
I pop that pus*y like an Adderall
n*ggas will act as if they powerful, but got they backs against the wall
I never could figure my n*ggas, get bigger, my n*gga, and pass the stretcher
Part of the reason I focus on livin' this second and pass the pressure
Mister, Mister, addict ya, coke slang, like
This is like Mike Vick, I'm vicious and misfit
Don't fit like fitness
So fit, but sh*t get dissed, on fleek sh*t, my wrists on slit, b*tch
My di*k might get wet
sh*t like ass-crack
Wigs might split quick, but slow to fight back
n*ggas in Chiraq, shootin' like Iraq
Death to Jah's soldiers, bust your kneecaps
I came to murder you n*ggas, no need to fight back
No need to fight back
No need to fight back, yeah
Turn me off, yeah
[Interlude: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Ski, Ski
Ski, Ski, Ski
Aye
[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I got white girls drinking
Counterfeits at every corner store
Tryna come up, like a baby with their arms up
Becomin' a phantom, I leave you a ghost
Toast to the vro, no moisture in the dope
Ass n*gga, this ain't no sex, no need to choke
Xans same color egg yolk off the boat
Told her to catch me to f*ckin' her throat
Stroke game on Temperpudic
With a foreign b*tch that looks coolie
And I'm deadass, she got a fat ass
I call her badass like her name Boosie
Who I be, Ski Mask, Ski Mask
He the wee man, and the lean man need that
In the four door, like Fat Joe, lean back
I'm smokin' on that, sicker than syphillis, smell that?
Ops in my lane but I never fear that
They on the look for a n*gga serving the Supreme mask
Woah, woah, woah, woah, don't touch my hoe
Got that lean for the low
So damn low, that I call it limbo
Only got three left, so I feel like Chris Paul
Whippin' it, tippin' it, lookin' the best
[Verse 3: Spookyleann]
f*ck Bathing Ape with the kicks, only want the b*tch 'cause she was rich, just want the guap
[?] the f*ck boy keep talking that sh*t then the barrel end up on his lip, uh, b*tch
Run and try not to get hit, you better dip like a chip, oh, uh
Merry-go-round like my wrist, got a b*tch and she don't speak
English, uh, yuh, aye, aye
Porn stars and powder, aye, aye
[?] mixed with [?], yuh, aye, wait, wait
Alexander, that's what I put on and we f*ck
The way I lose control of the cup
They got the nothing I'm rollin' that dust
Text my phone like why you wanna rush
I done get the money then I get two shows for [?]
Nothing less, no relations, never stress
Your b*tch [?] for the neck
[Verse 4: Fxck]
I'm gonna ping these n*ggas in LST
I'm gonna ping til' I can't no more
Nightmare you a b*tch
DrLame you a ho'
Slumpcut you a n*gga, I'm gon' rape you wit my di*k