Carbonated Water - Ski Mask The Slump God

Motherfucker I be blackin' out, be matchin' out

The color of my whips so beat, be blackin' out

A bundle to my money ain’t really perpetual

These niggas got no spine (Spine), we call 'em a vegetable (Yah)

Your bitch call me tic-tac-toe, she get the X and O’s (Woo)

Hugs and kisses for when I tow my little boat (Yeah)

Look at the top of my head, horns grown, goat

Bill Nye the Science Guy, Fendi white lab coat (Hahaha)

I’m a nicotine soldier, say, «Drink cyanide"(What? What?)

Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover (What? What?)

Bent the world over, I’m ready to die tonight (What? What?)

Bad chicks at the ice on my shoulder (What? What? What? Ayy)

Carbonated water

Nigga been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October

Wonder what told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a

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That mean I shoot backwards (Huh?), backwards (Huh?)

That mean I shoot backwards (Okay)

Slit wrist on a bitch, had to slaughter *******

Pussy makin' sounds like a otter tail in water

Why you try to hit me?

Like I was a driver

Lucky things on me, nigga, like I play Frogger

Yes I try to lick her, I’ma egg nog her

Try to kick it with her, Messi, no soccer

Spongebob pet, Gary, I’m a slimy motherfucker

Lookin' for a Fairly Odd mother, like my name Crocker

Green Goblin, no, the Grinch, stealin' out the stockings

How to dance, the chick from Grease, the pot’s stole, made from Crocker

Oh, the teeny bop, pull-up like a diaper on a toddler (Huh, huh)

Hit strong like a linebacker, Brian Urlacher (Okay)

Witches, Harry Potter (Huh)

I’m very conspicuous (Yuh, yuh), maybe it’s 'cause I’m the type to be a martyr

(Yeah)

Death before dishonor (Huh), keep the blade on me

I’m the type to give the heebie-jeebies to the Holy Father (Huh)

Like Davey Jones locker (Yeah), wrist wetter than a fuckin' flounder

Can you pretty please pass me the tartar?

Where’s authenticity, need to have order (Need to have it)

Niggas finessin' the swag, bag, yeah, you bought it (Aye, yuh)

That mean I shoot backwards (Huh? What), backwards (Okay)

That mean I shoot backwards (Water)

I’m a nicotine soldier, say, «Drink cyanide»

Finger fuckin' my luck, fuck a four-leaf clover

Bent the world over, I’m ready to die tonight

Bad chicks at the ice on my shoulder

Carbonated water

Nigga been poppin' like a cherry Coke soda that is shook in October

Wonder what told you to make you bend under pressure like the fucker was a

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Money my odor, sunsets, manifest

Must be something in the fucking Florida water

That mean I shoot backwards, backwards

That mean I shoot backwards

Race, race-race