From Yard Ski Mask the Slump God (Ft. Skillibeng)

[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Yo, hello
Gunshot, gunshot
(8-8-8-808)

[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Bloodclaat, bun 'em like Sprite
Yo, bredren, gwaan pass mi di light
Real general, real cannibal
Real taliban pon my side (Yo)
Dem bwoy dem nuh like mi cah mi a tief wife (Yo)
Dem bwoy dem nuh like mi cah mi a tek life
Real life, wi a bubble Red Stripe
Why pree? Hello

[Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Put your hands in the air, this ain't a toast
This a robbery, bitch, ain't tryna boast
Know they sick of me, bitch, I do the most
Take a look at these diamonds, they kinda gross
Take a look at yourself, you kinda gross
Swingin' the pendulum, bitch, I'm on the boat
I hopе you choke, throw up and then croak
Wishin' he would likе he made of oak

[Interlude: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Hello, yo
Why pree? Ha
Yuh see mi?
Weh yuh mean? Bloodclaat, gunshot, yo