Slump God 64

[Intro]

DJ Patt on the beat

Captain Crunch presents



[Verse 1: Denzel Curry]

Free Nell, Free Slikk

Back in the day when a n***a trip six

Now a n***a trip scene

On the Internet tip

I talk about the internet chick

Let me get back on topic

On how Curry was the top pick

To hold the whole sun in his hands till he drops hot shit

I got the game interlocked swift in a box sucked in

'Cause I'm thinking outside of it

That's how I got a house and a whip

Some n***as shout fuck for the cream

Floss like a river at the dentist

Lifestyle imaginary who will fuck your image

All you n***as only in it for the motherfucking scrimmage

Put that on lotto mane

Why all them n***as all sound the same

Like pinky you better use your brain

Focus on the past only make you lame

Black metal jackets full metal jackets

Fucking with the kilo like Allen I'm blasting

Thinking about my passion I'm sick of being passive

Pastor you ain't even got the fucking answers

Kanye West it, Smith & Wesson

Blasting on these motherfuckers ducking like aflac

Here's to the other slave running for Aztec (Aye)

On acid fucking my heart no batches (Aye, aye)



[Interlude: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Hahahaha Thank you, Curry

Yuh, yuh



[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]

Like a truck with me

Do a buck fifty

If she fuck with me

Then she stuck with me

What you doing I'm busting busting busting busting busting I'm busting

Pussy n***a cross eyed sipping on tussin'

Got a new bitch, sound like Siri, she Russian

She tried to suck and suck my dick just like a musket

You're my whore, ayy, you're my whore, ayy

Diamonds they got acne blackheads I'm on par

I don't need the car, I got face card, ayy

Diamonds walk it out up on your boulevard

Okay, like your bitch be killing me

Said that she feeling me

Jet like I'm big that bitch into me, mmm

Pockets Yo Gotti, they hopped in the Mase'

My chain is a sin cuz it's killing me, ayy

My n***a Xen got the pistol piece

My n***a Curry don't keep the peace, uhh

This is the gift that I give to ye, uhh

Drown in designer my necklace piece bitch



[Verse 3: Craig Xen]

N***as in the cut who head fucked ayy, AYY, AYY, AYY, AYY!

Bitch I do this for my n***as in the cut

Who head fucked up

Ain't never had to clutch

A pistol we'll stomp

That n***a will cut

Straight through his jugular

They drag him through that mud

Burn his body up

My n***as don't move in silence

We in the venue we riot

Fuck n***a need I remind you

Xen ain't no wavy I'm virus

Spreading the chaos so layup and stay out the Lambo you about to get tucked (tucked)

Talking and bumping them guns

I'm coming in coming you pussy get fucked (Aye)

N***a know that

If and when your pistol loaded

You can never kill a soldier

If it ain't his time to go yet

Now let that simmer in

Cuz I been planning it

Who trying to bring Xen in

But they just can't finish him (Aye)

Shoutout to my brothers who gonna fight for they vision

They gotta fight to stay alive in this life we living

Damn