DJ Scheme x Ski Mask The Slump God x Lil Yachty x Danny Towers - E-ER (Lyrics)(MP3_320K)
[00:00.89] Y'all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil' bitch
[00:06.74] I'm sippin' tea, beat what I eat
[00:08.61] Kicked up the feet, no Assassin's Creed
[00:10.47] Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
[00:12.33] Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
[00:14.20] Accept defeat, you, I delete
[00:16.06] My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
[00:17.92] Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
[00:19.78] Count up the bread, count up the yeast
[00:21.65] This is for my nemesis, rival
[00:23.23] If you pull up, then you're dead on arrival
[00:25.36] We gon' cross him like the symbol on a Bible
[00:26.96] Call him Spongebob 'cause he movin' life without a spinal, huh
[00:29.09] Never not woke, my gland pineal
[00:30.67] On the patio fucking Princess's peach, Mario
[00:32.53] Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
[00:34.39] On the mic, I'm an animal, hit the cardio through audio
[00:36.51] If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)
[00:38.38] Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow)
[00:39.99] She said, "No, don't leave" (What's this, what's this?)
[00:41.87] Baby, I'm oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be)
[00:43.75] We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
[00:45.35] Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
[00:47.47] Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
[00:49.33] Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)
[00:52.51] Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
[00:55.44] Huh, oh, I'm ready (Haha)
[00:57.30] Yuh (Oh, shit), yuh
[00:58.63] I'm in the land of the lost, now I'm chill, Jack Frost
[01:00.48] Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
[01:02.08] Jack Skellington limbs 'cause I'm known to pop off
[01:03.94] And I'm one with the force, so this saber is my sword
[01:05.81] Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
[01:07.66] Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (Huh)
[01:09.52] And the dope look sick like Wuhan
[01:11.11] 'Nother brick comin' in from Tucson (Racks)
[01:13.26] I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
[01:14.86] I was servin' up bricks at a low end (White)
[01:16.72] I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (Huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
[01:18.58] I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
[01:20.44] And the stone on me, stay chillin' with your bitch
[01:22.31] It's for him and her like Rosanne
[01:24.17] 'Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
[01:26.03] Should've never put your life in a ho hands
[01:28.15] If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)
[01:30.02] Smokin' on tree, hashish (Yow)
[01:31.88] She said, "No, don't leave" (What's this, what's this?)
[01:33.74] Baby, I'm oh-so green (What's that shit 'cause it better not be)
[01:35.33] We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
[01:37.20] Blood on my back, don't get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
[01:39.10] Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
[01:40.95] Steppin' on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)
[01:42.81] Kick a bitch to the curb if she don't speak with manners (Hee, hee)
[01:44.43] My house sit alone behind gates, bought a manor (Hee, hee)
[01:46.28] My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (Hee, hee)
[01:48.14] My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on Candler (Hee, go)
[01:50.03] Old-school from the seventies
[01:51.11] Could've been dropped out the first time I signed, free my boy
[01:53.23] That was English like city of Oxford
[01:54.83] Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
[01:56.69] I thought I want kids 'til I sat by a toddler
[01:58.29] Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (Two)
[02:00.15] I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (Frrt)
[02:02.05] We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
[02:03.93] My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones' locker
[02:05.79] I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (Woo)
[02:08.44] Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
[02:10.32] He didn't make it past the first clip like a pilot (Frrt)
[02:12.17] I'm sick, I need medicine before I riot
[02:14.05] My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
[02:15.91] Can't go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
[02:17.77] I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
[02:21.22] Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (On God, slatt)
[02:23.43] What's this, what's this?
[02:25.04] What's that shit 'cause it better not be (Brr)
[02:29.29] Eeh-eeh, (Boat) eeh-eeh, eeh (Go)
[02:32.47] Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Slatt, damn)
[02:36.20] Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
[02:38.86] Hahaha, oh shit
