Rvd (feat. Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump God)

Huh, what, yuh

Why they be on my dick so fucking hard? (Wet, wet, wet, wet!)

I know I be shittin' on them (you fuckin' stink, ****)

Of fucking jealousy (on God)

They be literally forcing their malevolent energy around me

When I ask them what they jealous about?

Huh?

I maneuver, I maneuver

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay

Yuh, Dracula 'cause first I'm gon' count

Spectacular, no mouth, she use snout, uh

Yes I'm from the South, dirty gold in my mouth, uh

Told 'em catch up like you dropped in Tomato Town, uh

Stuffed grass blunt to my mouth lights out, uh

Rice around, white like the crust on your mouth, uh

If you don't like it, bye bitch be out, uh

Why your ass around me? Oh yeah, 'cause my clout

Off the piff, huh, like I hit a riff, huh

I be duckin' 12, tell the judge, suck a dick, huh

Used to live in Hell, I ain't failed ever since, huh

Walkin' Ginger Ale, Chip and Dale on my stick, huh

Ooh, you spicy, huh, you spicy

I fucked her bestie, now she like, "Danny you shiesty", huh

In my white tee, yuh, in my white tee

Say you want smoke, all that pressure excite me (uh)

Ay, olly olly oxen free how I misunderstood this shit, uh

Coppers can't get a drop on me like a beat that's almost finished, uh

Hol' up, let me finish, uh, brace yourself like dentist, yeah

Stone like a Flint, uh, sharp top of fence, uh (yeah)

Diamonds cold as nippy, give her PP like spell Hippy

I must've just had a wet dream, 'cause a **** drippy

They be so surprised that I got cents like my name 50

Popped a couple Glocks and had poke it like a titty

Um, Danny Towers, Tilted Towers, when he fuck your bitch

Police need to leave Kodak alone and fucking suck a dick

Feeling like my name Malone, 'cause I'm posted with a cig'

I don't want you, fucking bitch, I bob and weave and fuck her lips

Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't fuck with these ****

Rob Van Dam, wrestling these bitches

Call me back fam, need to know you with me

Tired of these people that pretend they fuckin' with Ski

Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't fuck with these ****

Rob Van Dam, wrestling these bitches

Call me back fam, need to know you with me

Tired of these people that pretend they fuckin' with Ski

She a nasty bitch, gulp, gulp, gulp

I give her nasty dick like oh, oh, oh

I went from rags to riches, no help, just hope

Now I'm T'd up in this bitch, a crosshair on my scope

I can't take this is fucking with my vision

You can't say shit 'cause you is not no different

I push up in that Hellcat, tote heavy ammunition

I don't feel great, but these diamonds on me pissing

Uh, Ku-Klux-Klan, uh, don't fuck with the ****

Rob Van Dam, uh, wrestling these bitches

Call me back fam', need to know you with me

Tired of these people that pretend they fuckin' with Ski (uh)