[Intro]

I got my ski-mask on

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

[Verse 1]

Snorting lines in a pentagram, a drip of Diprivan

I got a bundle on it, fuck you mean you don't fucking want it?

It's Mr. "Hog tie your daughter up"

How many ways can rape and manslaughter touch?

You'll never be as hard as us, I'm from a fucking place where they paint with the martyr's blood

Veins hotter than a August run

Teeth grind together like the pestle in the mortar, son

Reptile pupils, I look like Jim Morrison

Acid tablet tapping, I just need one more of 'em

And I swear I'll do a score for fun

I like the scenery, hottest be where Ethan be

I'm in his head

And I'll be here until the kid is dead

She think he different

I can't wait until she sees he's non-existent

[Chorus]

I got my ski-mask on

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

Lacing blunts what I'm smoking, ain't no weed that strong

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

I got my ski-mask on

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

Lacing blunts what I'm smoking, ain't no weed that strong

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

[Verse 2]

I keep a bitch named Chelsea

I'm tired of hearing shit like, "Let me go," and, "Fucking help me"

Ain't nobody here, who you trying to fucking tell, me?

Fuck that shit you tryna sell me

Yo, datacat is fucked up

Puffing on a shoad, the hard skin thick as armored cars

Bodies in apartment bar bitch you with syndicate

Get yo' wig split backwards just for fucking with the god

Ain't no puffing on cigars, black market shit

She ain't got a name, just a black market wrist

Low-profile face, high-profile flicks

I don't know, but she ain't seen a dime, I squirted on them tits

Talking shit'll get yo bitch scooped up

You fucking need some proof, huh?

Take his chains and them fucking ugly navy blue chucks

It's thug shit, I gut him, hang him up, cook the cutlets

[Chorus]

I got my ski-mask on

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

Lacing blunts what I'm smoking, ain't no weed that strong

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

I got my ski-mask on

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones

Lacing blunts what I'm smoking, ain't no weed that strong

Tryna cut it up, the product, in between black stones