[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
The f*ck did you say that b*tch?
Ski, Ski
Ski, Ski
Ski, Ski, Ski
Don't touch my hoe
Brr
I say
[Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Christian Louboutins on her toes
With some coke backed up in her nose
I'm tryna pull up in the drop dead Tesla Rose
Sloppy the toppy with no Travis Scotty
No one gotta know
b*tch (b*tch), keep it on the low
L-O-W
Switchin' b*tches switching bodies
Call it Captain Ginyu
f*ck it, keep it on the low
L-O-W
Said keep it on the low
L-O-W
[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Ski, Ski, Ski—
Ski Mask be messy
Leavin' c*mstains on her dresses
No sex, b*tch I only want the neck, b*tch
Playin' with them bricks, call it Tetris
Ski Mask slide on the weekend
On the weekend, I goes deep in, Ski, Ski
n*ggas be surprised at my flow, though
They like, "How you switch it up?", I can't tell you
Hah, hurry to the money like I ran out the meter
I cook it, I cook it, I cook it, cook it like Anita (*Honk, Honk*)
All of my senoritas no bells like a teacher (*Honk, Honk*)
Licky, vicky that pus*y, come and I bless it like a preacher (*Honk, Honk*)
I got the Henny, I got the Mary (*Honk, Honk*)
Now I’m Kali like I’m Uchis (*Honk, Honk*)
Got more bars than the bleachers (*Honk, Honk*)
John Cena, how you can't see us, b*tch (*Honk, Honk*)
John Cena, how you can't see us (*Honk, Honk*)
Slide, Ski (*Honk, Honk*)