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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Alex Petit
Songwriter
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
CashMoneyAp
Producer
Decicco Beats
Producer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Ay, yeah, yeah, yeah
Who, bitch? Aye
Sauce, flex wet in the flesh, aye
[Verse 2]
How was you feelin', bro?
Feelin' like the four, I feel fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause the money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat, you smoke oregano
I'm smokin' on the cat piss
I'ma be real you know, when I whip my dick out
She said too big, got to map this
[Verse 3]
How was you feelin', bro?
Feelin' like the four, I feel fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause the money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat, you smoke oregano
I'm smokin' on the cat piss
I'ma be real you know, when I whip my dick out
She said too big, got to map this
[Verse 4]
Hey, water that pussy like baptists
To find my sauce, need a atlas
Her pussy hungry, it's starving so my dick is what I use
As the damn cat nip
Rap game on faster than fast so be real
All these ****, I might overlap them
Nevermind, I just might cap them
Just like a taser, I zap them
Shot, I fuck a bitch in the dark
My diamonds shine in the dark
Weed deadass smell like a fart?
I'ma go just like a cart, you police, I'll call you Paul, uh, Blart, uh
Try but you never can fuck my thot
Or Milly Rock on my block, okay, Post Malone with that pistol
I see you, is there an issue?
I know that you hard as tissues, see you giggle like sing-sing
Your bitch seekin' me like missle
Heat sensor, my pickle, ooh
You know I don't tell no riddle
Run around right like a riddle, tell that
[Verse 5]
Okay, like how was you feelin', bro?
Feelin' like the four, I feel fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause the money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat, you smoke oregano
I'm smokin' on the cat piss
I'ma be real you know, when I whip my dick out
She said too big, got to map this
[Verse 6]
Map, map, map, you the type to have eyebrow cat scratch, scratch
And I'm in the field like baseball bat
ANd I'm fresh off a lick like an old Tic-Tac
You done fucked up, like you take a step back
Cool cat, like a stray in the freezer in the back
Like a Jay-Z, no Rockafella, holler back
But I'm 'bout the damn money, boomerang back
Okay, like lisp, this how I speak 'cause I sip
Lean like what's done on your bitch
In your mouth, I fit a fist
Pistol best friends with my hip
Like TI, bitch as a tip
I don't get head, I get lip
The sauce is water I drip
The sauce is water, ayy
[Verse 7]
How was you feelin', bro?
Feelin' like the four bitch, I feel fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause the money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat, you smoke oregano
I'm smokin' on the cat piss
I'ma be real you know, when I whip my dick out
She said too big, got to map this
[Verse 8]
How was you feelin', bro?
Feelin' like the four bitch, I feel fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause the money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat, you smoke oregano
I'm smokin' on the cat piss
I'ma be real you know, when I whip my dick out
She said too big, got to map this
[Verse 9]
I think I'm done
Map this, I think I'm done
I don't think I gotta say anything actually
Aye, aye
Written by: Alex Petit, Stokeley Goulbourne