Yung Simmie
Z-Day
[Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Haha, bitch, haha, skrt, fwoof, bitch
You fall like coddled bourgeois! (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
Ricky Bobby
Insta-Kill!
Hahahaha, whip whip whip (Bitch, bitch)
Jeff Gordon, haha, bitch
Ayy, Z-Day, ayy, ayy

[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Parkinson's, Parkinson's, Parkinson's
Wrist game on Parkinson's like I can't park again, mm
Your girl is feeding me chocolate in Charlie's factory
Bitch, you my moccasins, mm (Ayy, mhm)
I then might cut out your arteries
I done a- I done smile at the thought of it, mm
"I ate the heart of a Baphomet"
Is what I say when they ask for start of this, mm
Hickory, hickory, guns with the thickery
Just gave your ass an epiphany, mm (Epiphany)
Jewelry, jewelry, your jewelry foolery
Look like you got it from Tiffany, mm (Jewlery, woo)
Ride on your bitch like a swing, wee!
I steady doing my thing, ee! (Whoa)
Checkmate me bitch I'm a king, ayy (Ayy)
She sucked me, R. Kelly, I sing (Wet, wet)
[Verse 2: Yung Simmie]
I'm sending shots at your skeleton
Wrapping my flag, no Confederate
I pull up and my n***as pop at you (Pow, pow)
You talking, my n***as ain't hearing it (Pew, pew)
I'm from the city, you better go get it
Or you gon' get left by yourself, damn
I be fucking these bitches, no loving these bitches
The chopper is right on the shelf
I'm just a young n***a, I don't know these n***as
I came in the game by myself (Myself)
And I am too cold, I won't sell my soul
Real n***a, I'll never fold
My young n***as wylin', you slipping
They get you, you better be tucking your gold
My young n***as riding, they with me
We gooning and we sending shot at your dome (Ayy)

[Verse 3: Denzel Curry]
Look at me looking luxurious
Diamonds dancing it's the federation
I'm the overlord dressed in all black
And I'm balling, no Voldemort
None of the sorcery could penetrate my forcefield
Lord willing, imperialism
Pistol popping on the crackers at the 181st Street Mall
Damn, them crackers wanna see a n***a fall
No Niagara but the boy be flowing
Like a record spinning in the DJ Quik
Man, the situations getting kinda thick
Can't envision n***as out here getting rich
Since you up, and you black and you innocent
I am significant, I wanna step my rich market
Banana clips when I'm busting (Yeah, woo)
Curry the killer, the n***a, I'll shoot up your squad