XXXTENTACION

"All Star but its sung by XXXTENTACION"

[Intro: XXXTENTACION]
Ayy, ayy, ayy
Ayy!

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
Cocaine for my breakfast (What?)
Hold that pistol ambidextrous, uh (Yuh, yuh)
pus*y boy talk reckless (Ayy)
He might end up on a stretcher, uh (Yuh, b*tch)
f*ck with my set (Ayy)
You get wet, like a pus*y, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
Sauce, what I spilled (Yuh, yuh)
On my kilt, she need milk, okay, like... (Ayy, ayy)
XXX on a Killstreak, huh (b*tch)
You pus*y n*ggas Rice Krispie, uh (What?)
f*ck a white b*tch on a 6 speed (Yuh)
6 stars like GTA, kill me, uh (f*ck)
It's more money I'm getting (Ayy)
If a n*gga tryna take, wig splitting 'em (Ayy)
Shouts out to my Zoe, they killed my vro (Yuh, yuh)
So, b*tch, off rip now, I'm like... (Ayy)

[Chorus: XXXTENTACION & Ski Mask The Slump God]
Mama raised a soldier (Huh, yuh)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, yuh (Yuh, what?)
Mama raised a soldier (Huh, yuh)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, uh (Yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (Yuh, yuh)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, uh (Yuh, ayy)
Mama raised a soldier (Yuh, what?)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, yuh (Huh)
Mama raised a soldier (Huh, yuh)
Not no b*tch, not no b*tch, ayy (Yuh, okay, you all right?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (Yuh, uh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (Uh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, ayy (Huh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (Hey, all-all right?)
R.I.P. my Zoe, yuh (Yuh, yuh)
R.I.P. my Zoe, okay (Yuh, yuh)
R.I.P. my soul (*laugh* Ayy, my who?)
Yuh (Rest in peace, my soul, man)
Ayy (Yuh, man)

[Interlude: Ski Mask The Slump God, Stain, XXXTENTACION]
Tide, b*tch(Go for the moon)
I got my handicaps on this b*tch(Go for the moon)
I'm 'bout to sip this motherf*ckin' water(Go for the moon)
That's not even water (That wa-that wasn't water)
I stole that boy's sh*t(Go for the moon)
(Where the f*ck is a...)
Ayy

[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Came from the dirt, you can't hit my Purp
Said my diamonds wetter than some sweat, absurd
Gold up on my wrist's lookin' sunny, Big Bird
Hit 'em with the, hit 'em with the numbers like a nerd
Ayy, let's slide sixth wall, I'm tied
Call my pockets knotty 'cause they sloppy, oh, my
I could be Xzibit, might pimp my ride
Wet pleasure rather pay the Rafs, like Christ
Hit my b*tch like Bruno, uh
Get a b*tch wet, no Juno, uh
Put it in her mouth like Uno, uh
Chest, all Polo like, "Kudos!", ayy
Dog-ass n*gga like Cujo, uh
Face card bad who you know, ayy
She all wet like fructose, ayy
Diamonds on like they cheat codes, ayy

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