Mega Man Lyrics - Ski Mask The Slump God

[Hook: Yung Grabba] 

Mega man, mega man 

Shooting shit, mega man 

Shooting shit, mega man 

Shooting shit, mega man 

Shooting shit, mega man 

[Verse 1: Yung Grabba] 

Your bitch wanna fuck me she know grabba got the fucking zip 

Pints ontop of pints yeah grabba got that muddy slimy shit 

Truey on my Louis bitches top me in a foreign whip 

MK on my last bitch cause she suck me in my m16 

Who are you my nigga why you talking all that stupid shit 

Your bitch is the topic she be always on a different dick 

Bitch pussy like (?) so I had to let my niggas hit 

Racks all in my pocket your bitch wanna suck my fucking dick 

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[Hook: Yung Grabba] 

Mega man, mega man 

Shooting shit, mega man 

[Verse 2: Yung Gook] 

FLA shit hit a nigga with a clip 

Up in the kitchen I whip a whole brick 

Cadillac shit stay whipping my wrist 

Back of the caddy she sucking my dick 

Jugg a fuck nigga I'm picking his shit 

Like I'm (?), stacking up bricks 

Codeine bricks, been with the shits 

Yung Gook, taking ya loot 

Pussy don't play cause my young niggas shoot 

Hop out the coupe and I smoke in the booth 

With lil boof and you know we some (?) 

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[Verse 3: XXXTENTACION] 

I got black and white bitches I call it zebra 

Little spots all on yo head like a cheetah 

I heard that bitch come from the jungle she a eater 

You know my niggas super savage they gonna feed her 

Gotta clock up on my cock like Flava Flav (how you do it) 

Demolition in that pussy scraight from (?) 

You know my niggas is shootin no PlayStation 

I know some niggas in county they straight Haitan 

They be like X don't send no texts how he do it 

I beat her down her pussy raining i'm talkin' fluid 

Master blasting, I heard yo niggas boolin 

I got some bitches, bitches they need some seducing, crucially 

[Verse 4: $ki Mask] 

(???) head like slap on a rack 

I'm flashin this paper 

She said she see that 

She giving me dome 

She said she can't breathe 

She still goin hard asthma attack 

Respect my mind and repect my gat 

Supreme on my back 

(?) no hat 

We playin Chicago 

So pass that shit back 

When juicy J paper, get trippy off that 

I puff and I pass 

I'm bustin' right through 

You catchin a chill 

Ice on my neck 

Throw up a set 

That's when them watches the chains the rings 

Be shinin the best 

I'm whippin and cooking and looking the best 

Stainless steel from Bangladesh 

(???) and touch on herself 

Mind on that green like I'm layin in grass 

Colored Sprite 

Got me nice 

Damn I'm lookin swag tonight 

Where the bitch 

Teeth pearly white 

She tryna fuck tonight 

Rollin up that grand daddy 

Now my head feel Einstein 

Sittin back 

Pushin packs 

Mary Jane my concubine