Monsters Inc. (Demo) Ski Mask the Slump God (Ft. Future & Yeat)

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[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
(Slice ain't even got no license for that fire)
Ayy, baby
Ayy, baby, hit my line, hit my line
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven (ATL Jacob)
You know I got all kinds of services, all kinds of services
If you under four feet, three feet
You a elf, huh

[Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God]
I'm like, "Bitch, who is your mans?" Huh (Yuh)
Can't keep my bands in my pants, huh
My bitch don't love me no more, huh
Don't give a fuck, hit my dance, huh
We movin' sharp like a, huh, sharp like a muh'fuckin' lance, huh
Living down on Drury Lane
Muffin Man, bitch, I got dough on my hands
I get money, can tell from the stance
'Cause I do what I can, what they can't
Stayin' blessed, ain't no need to repent
'Cause I'm keepin' thе metal like cans
They need glassеs to see, Clark Kent
They gon' pass it to me, far-fetched
Gettin' cake like it's my Bar Mitz
And I used to sell the stank, armpits
Shit can change, can tell by the garments
I just be drippin', resemble the garbage
Drip, I decorate, bitch, I'm a garnish
I know my name is what they wanna tarnish (Huh, huh, huh)
Scientist, I discovered the Abyss
I've been a soldier, I ain't need ever enlist
Out this bitch like a dislocated wrist
Fresh air, I'ma gulp from a Brisk