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[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