Ski Mask the Slump God - Baby Wipe

Aye, yuh, yuh, yuh (CashMoneyAP)
Who?
Bitch, ayy
Sauce
Flex wet in the flesh, ayy

How is you feeling, bro?
Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench fur coat
You smoke oregano, I'm smoking on that cat piss
I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

How is you feeling, bro?
Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench fur coat
You smoke oregano, I'm smoking on that cat piss
I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

Ayy, water that pussy like Baptist
To find my sauce, need an atlas
Her pussy hungry and starving
So my dick is what I use as a damn catnip
Rap game on faster than fast
So be real, all these niggas, I might overlap them
Nevermind, I just might cap them
Just like a taser, I zap them
Shock, mmm, I fuck a bitch in the dark, mmm
My diamonds shine in the dark, mmm
Weed deadass smell like a fart, mmm
I'ma go just like a cart, mmm
You police, I'll call you Paul, uh, Blart, uh
Try but you never can fuck my thot
Or milly rock on my block
Okay, Post Malone with that pistol (Post Malone)
I see you as the issue (Post Malone)
I know that you hard as tissues
See you giggle like tickle
Your bitch seeking me like missile
Heat sensor on my pickle
You know I don't tell no riddle
But I rhyme right like a riddle (okay, like)

How is you feeling, bro?
Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench fur coat
You smoke oregano, I'm smoking on that cat piss
I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

Map, map, map
Kilos that I have, I blow cash, cash
Put them in the field like baseball bat
And I'm fresher off a lick like a whole Tic-Tac
You done fucked up like you "Take A Step Back"
Cool cat like a stray in a freezer in the back
Like you're Jay-Z no Roc-A-Fella, holla back
But I'm 'bout the damn money, boomerang back
Like lisp, this how I speak 'cause I sip
Meanwhile, bust down on your bitch
In your mouth, I fit a fist
Pistol best friends with my hip
Like T.I., bitch that's a tip
I don't get head, I get lip
The sauce is water, I dripped
The sauce is water, I

How is you feeling, bro?
Feeling like the Four, bitch, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench fur coat
You smoke oregano I'm smoking on that cat piss
I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

How is you feeling, bro?
Feeling like the Four, bitch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic 'cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench fur coat
You smoke oregano I'm smoking on that cat piss
I'ma be real ya know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

I think I'm done (map this, map this)
I think I'm done (map this)
I don't think I gotta stop anything, actually (ayy, ayy)

Written by:
Alex Christian Jean Petit, Stokeley Goulbourne

Publisher:
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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