[Intro – Ski Mask the Slump God]
Ayy!
Haha, basic smoke
Water! P---y boy, huh, look at it
Bet, bet, bet, bet “look at it”, bet
Look at it, look at it, look at it!
Bet, bet “huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!”
Yuh “ayy!”, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
[Verse 1 – Ski Mask The Slump God]
Diamonds on loop-de-loop
So big it look like a hoop-de-hoop
They tryna lock me in pigeon coop
Even if so I would chop the roof
Slick like I'm Rick
Slick like a fork after used to eating ramen noodles
I'm on a hunt like Attila the Hun or it's winter way
Hungry for caribou
Tryna bag me a bad and boujee bike
That be flipping like nickel when I rendezvous
How I recycle money it's like déjà vu
This not Snakes on a Plane, this is Gucci on my suit
Whoops, I gave her sauce like oops
We smoking, smell like a p--p
I just spilled sauce like whoops
I just spilled sauce like, sauce like, sauce like, sauce like
Sauce, sauce, sauce
[Hook/Chorus – Ski Mask The Slump God]
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a p--p
Oops, whoops
I just spilled sauce like whoops
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a p--p “water!”
[Verse 2 – Lil Yachty]
Diamonds, I like diamonds
N----s hate me cause im getting this guap
Spend it all on diamonds
N----s f--k with me when I was coming up but I'm on they hating
That don't make sense
We all getting money boy why is you tense
Washed up rappers be rinsed
Bentley or Benz, whichever I'm in, got a b---h and her friends
I live for my enemies, pray for my sins
I beat that b---h mouth, leave a child on her chin
Ring on my finger, nine times ten
F--k with the kid if you wanna lose friends
I just met the b---h and she gave me her (?)
My b---h from Vienna, ain't talking 'bout (?)
I'm a rich young n---a from the county
You a fake blood you ain't bank bounty
Better ask your main b---h how she found me
Keep young real n----s all around me
I said f--k cops, G-Wagon, truck stops
Got a big knot, ayy!
[Verse 3 – ASAP Ferg]
Diamonds they loop de loop
Hop in the coupe and swoop
You is a Juicy Fruit
You don't got juice you fruit
Hop on that track and p--p
I'm spitting that s--t I'm the truth
Busting that mac out the roof
My b---h got an attitude
(?) got a saline bag for you
My b---h is so magical
Make her disappear like a spectacle
I'ma hit 'em with the Baman, uh
Call me Master Bruce
.45 make a n---a tap dance
With the Mac in the backpack
[Hook/Chorus – Ski Mask the Slump God]
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a p--p
Oops, whoops
I just spilled sauce like whoops
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a p--p “water!”
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a p--p
Whoops