Yung Skittle Dick

Lyrics

[Verse 1: S God] 9:14 pm and I'm ready to fuck It's like I'm playin' this shit on easy how she givin' it up All these bitches dtf, I'mma keep it a buck But if you think you'll spend the night, well then hoe you out of luck So much clout, make a nun wanna strip for me Make a cop hit licks for me Sell pounds, move bricks for me I just wanna flex like a big homie 100, 100, let's keep it that way When you come around me just watch what you say 'Cause you can get clapped and get buried all in the same day, really gone let the gat spray Bitch I made a wave, now all these fuckers wanna surfboard Bitch come run my fade, I'mma make sure that you hurt boy I'mma really do work boy, SMG put you in the fuckin' dirt boy Talk shit I'm ready for a fist fight, shove a steel knife through your windpipe And that goes for anyone I don't like You and I are not the same type Say you hot, I'm drippin' water, make your fuckin' flame die Lil C L O U T bitch, I'm a goddamn fiend Buying shit you only seen in your goddamn dreams With them rowdy motherfuckers and your goddamn queen Put my dick all inside her, make her goddamn scream You ain't never heard of some shit like this, it's absurd I spit these words so lit like this I swear I should make the top of the freshman list But then again, I already feel veterain bitch I'm better than all you irrelavent pesants and Honestly I just be countin' the presidents Bow to my excellence, spittin' this elegant venomous recklessness, skrt in the pegasus [Verse 2: S God] All of y'all is pussy fuck you mean you goin' hard You the type to say you 'bout it walkin' 'round with a bodyguard Say you ballin' but you 20 mil in debt with the credit cards Say you hood but you straight up out the fuckin' bulivard Fuck you hoe, you ain't 'bout it tho I put my shit in overdrive, flying off the road Yung Skittle Dick, trappin' always Rollin' up gas, takin' blunts to the face Fuck an education, I can buy the fuckin' school hoe Old money in the bank, wallet got the new dough Think your stats impressive but to me that shit is too low Think your shit go hard but you really only so so My pockets swole as shit, all that bullshit you on I been over it Hold up, tryna best me is a hopeless wish You'll be lucky if you leave with just a broken fist Hit 'em with the shotty, get the motherfuckin' body bag So I can get a rest and no, I ain't talkin' cardiac Daggers in yout chest like a god damn heart attack In 150 years my pen and pad will be an artifact Priceless, bitch that's what my rhymes is Bow to your overlord, scream your praises 'till your vocal cords end up getting sore If not then I'll break every fuckin' bone in your god damn spinal cord I can kill and get away with it like Casey Anthony Bitch I'll leave your family all broken and in agony Now the people mad at me because I'm spitting blasphamy Like somehow saying "I am God" is so nasty? Please Fuck you mean you ain't heard of me? Fresh out the asylum, it's the fuckin' g I'm the mastermind of massacres, you pussy bitches amateur To me there ain't no challangers, you can't match my caliber