Lyrics Rvd (feat. Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump God) - Danny Towers , Ski Mask the Slump God , DJ Scheme

Huh, what, yuh
Why they be on my dick so fucking hard?
I know I be shittin′ them smoking ass niggas
Fucking jealousy (On God)
They will literally flooding my
Energy with their little jealousy vibes

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
Stop Crash!, blood to my mouth like south, 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

I′ll do pill for her
Like I hit the roof, huh
I've been duckin′ 12, tell the judge suck a dick, huh
Used to live in Hell I ain't bailed 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 T, yuh, in my White T
Say you want smoke, all that pressure excite me

Aye, 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 my finish, uh, brace yourself like Dennis, uh
Stone like a Flint, uh, sharp top of fence, uh
Diamonds cold as nippy, give her PP like spell Hippy
I must′ve just had a wet dream, 'cause a nigga drippy
They be so surprised that I got cents like my name 50
Popped a couple Glocks and 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 the niggas
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 the niggas
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 niggas
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