730 DJ Scheme (Ft. Robb Bank$ & Ski Mask the Slump God)

[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Yuh

[Verse: Ski Mask The Slump God & Robb Bank$]
My fleek, elite, no crease, like baby tits
Flow, physique, no Bane, fresh as Clark Kent
Gone with the wind like bad set-up tent
Be hit these bitches like fender-bender, dent
Keepin' the poker on me like I knit
Game in a chokehold, smellin' deodorant
Chasin' the bag, you can call her cent
7:30, uh, hand full of white girl
Feeling like I'm King Kong, beating on my chest, say early, uh
I can get you killed with one phone call
If a nigga play 'round with 430, uh
Nigga I'm the teacher, teacher, preacher
Final form Frieza, bitch I thought you heard me
I don't even talk to fuck niggas, it's a bird
It's a plane, nah, I pop a fuck nigga
Pop the four, nigga playing goose-goose
You a dog, nigga feelin' loose goose
Like a dog, nigga, even if we wings
Bro, we knew that wasn't fly
Couldn't fuck with us
Feelin' all types of venomous
Life happiness is easy, manifestin'
Manchester season goals, yup, I'm a destinen