RVD (feat. Danny Towers & Ski Mask The Slump God)

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