Ill Chris Heavy (feat. Ski Mask The Slump God)
[Intro: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Ski, we got another one
Hey, aye
Getter with the hitter
Yuh
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Okay bitch, yuh
Yuh, yuh, huh, okay
Yuh, yuh, yuh, bitch
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
What did you say?
[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Okay, bitch, I'm getting sweaty, huh
'Cause I'm getting heavy, uh
'Cause I'm eating good (yuh, yuh)
I got a plate of steak and spaghetti, uh (sauce)
Ain't no nigga run my cul-de-sac like E-Ed, Edd n Eddy, uh
Black bitch don't give Becky, uh (aye)
Jason versus Freddy
[Verse 1: iLL Chris]
Jigsaw versus Chucky, huh
Your bitch wanna f..ck me, huh
13th on a Friday, made your asses real unlucky, huh
All these lames is hanging, man, they treat me like a bungee
Yeah, she love me like a puppy
Yeah, she tripping like she clumsy, huh
[Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Looking like A1 Pedico and I wipe her beak off
This should be illegal
I just smoked hella Backwoods
Now I feel like I'm high as a beak on a seagull (aye aye)
Get to the back, like my name is Kris Kringle
Give 'em the finger, then show 'em the nina (then show 'em the nina, a-a-aye)
[Verse 3: iLL Chris & Ski Mask the Slump God]
Illy, illy, illy, illy (aye)
Never defeated, Ctrl Alt Delete it
I show 'em the nina (yeah, yeah)
I pull up in Beemers, I'm flyer than seagulls
I aqua like 'Fina (fuck, shit)
Bullets Iridium, Saudi Arabia
Alter your cranium
I'm gonna bang on 'em, I'm gonna bang on 'em
I'm gonna bang on 'em, I'm gonna bang on 'em (aye)
You want no smoke when I propane flow
AK scope, I'm coming for your throat
Off-White cord on a Hi-C boat
Know I'm finna drip like a lion in the cold
Ride in my lane, y'all losing your life
Killing y'all lames with a Goyard knife
What y'all trying, I did that twice
Vegas boy, I throw them dice
[Chorus: Ski Mask the Slump God]
Okay, bitch, I'm getting sweaty, huh
'Cause I'm getting heavy, uh
'Cause I'm eating good (yuh, yuh)
I got a plate of steak and spaghetti, uh (sauce)
Ain't no nigga run my cul-de-sac like E-Ed, Edd n Eddy, uh (aye)
Black bitch don't give Becky, uh (aye)
Jason versus Freddy
Okay, bitch, I'm getting sweaty, huh
'Cause I'm getting heavy, uh
'Cause I'm eating good
I got a plate of steak and spaghetti, uh
Ain't no nigga run my cul-de-sac like E-Ed, Edd n Eddy, uh
Black bitch don't give Becky, uh (aye)
Jason versus Freddy