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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
My gang go over everything, I ain't gotta think about it twice
I was thinkin' one-nighter, it was hittin', I'm smashin' on it twice
Pussy, hit it, I come through, pop up out apartments, yeah
Savage shit, fuck a bitch, all on a carpet, yeah
[Verse 2]
I was geekin' in the night time, bitch, I'm iced down
Uh-huh, real spill, I'm comin' through in that nitro
Uh-huh, real spill give a **** halo
Uh-huh, real spill, I'm still goin' out to Taylor
Uh-huh,, can't go back on my word when I was servin', when I was hurt
Ain't no turnin' me down when I got it on my nerves
Drip on me, I got it on me, I put it on, I'm surfin'
Take the drug money and go drop it on a Burberry
I'm off the earth, I go berserk, bitch, I'm the worst
I'm talking nasty, the hood on national geographic
Cartier the glasses, the white buffs cost at least four rackies
Super splash, high fashion
[Chorus]
Rich **** send the blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul
Bitch ****, catch ya slippin', ****, wiping yo' nose
Rich **** wrist flickin' like a snowball cone
Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL
Ask my ho, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no Tweetin', ain't no post, get a firing car
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh
If she loyal, then that throat need an Audemars
[Chorus]
Can't forget them days a **** wake up in the trap
Every time, free my dog, put me on the block
Free my dog
Sippin' on that err with that gltt on my lap
A-T-L Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire
[Verse 3]
Yup, yup, sip lean, stuck, yup, big gulp, double my cup, yup
Mosquito, 'cause these **** suck, yup
Count chicken, we gettin' 'em plucked, yup
I seem to have lost my fucks
Check the stats, like the soda, I crush
Like, why these people on my nuts?
Neosporin, bitch, I'm always in the cut, yup
Hand cannon like mega, huh
This not Sega (Huh, huh)
Maybach double stuffed, inside white like Dana (Huh, huh)
I can teach you something, they like, "What's your major?" (Huh, huh)
Main protagonist, I'm in this bitch like Eren Yeager, huh
[Verse 4]
Set in stone like some hieroglyphics
It's on the floor like a damn picnic
Biggest Ski, if we talking legacy
Y'all **** can't fuck wit me
Tell a bitch back up, don't step on my Ricks
Kung Fu Panda, how a motherfucker kick
And the way that they think that they on my level
Bacteria, they make me sick
So first and foremost, bitch, you can't compare to this
Big body and the way that I drive the whip, like I no longer wanna exist
I shake shit like a flinch, been hittin' licks like the Grinch
Y'all **** just the bench warmers, I can't take you serious
[Chorus]
Rich **** send the blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul
Bitch ****, catch ya slippin', ****, wiping yo' nose
Rich **** wrist flickin' like a snowball cone
Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL
Ask my ho, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no Tweetin', ain't no post, get a firing car
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh
If she loyal, then that throat need an Audemars
Written by: CANADY JACOB ATL JACOB, Nayvadius Wilburn, Stokeley Goulbourne
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