Whores on the Boards lyrics

[Intro: XXXTENTACION & Nyora Spouse]
(Yeah!)
Very Rare Boys, n*gga (How you feel?)
(f*ck that, get slumped, b*tch) (Fine!)
You feel alright?
Yo
Hm, see me
Mama had to send me into church

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]
f*cking monster with a TEC, boy, I aim for your neck (Yea-)
Had your brother' mother wet, 'cause she know I'm the best, I'm sick (Y'all feel like that?)
Rap so sinister, murder your local minister (Y'all feel like that?)
Lyrics bitter as vinegar, spittin' in your perimeter
Heard you straight as a cylinder, so I can't f*cks wit' you
All my n*ggas is gang bangers and ditch diggers
Heard we was bumpin', so you had to bring your clique with ya'
So you know I had to put a bullet in 'bout six n*ggas (Yeah)
f*ck n*ggas, they running their triathlon
Catch me gettin' sloppy wit' a b*tch that look like Asher Roth (Yeah)
And I ain't playin' games like zombies, b*tch, I'm getting trains
Runnin' trains and b*tches killing snitches in an aeroplane
And I'm a menace, see more mouths than a dentist
I'm killing till I'm replenished, you n*ggas don't know the half of it
Half-ass rappers talking sh*t, check the time
Turn around and see my n*gga's wit' me totin' .49's
And know they mad 'cause I ain't really stuntin' sh*t
I hate the b*tch and have my other wife who playing wit' my di*k (Y'all feel like that?)
Swallow spitting, she swallow spitting, she swallow spitting
Said this since beginning, I'm just beginning, intend on winning
[Interlude: XXXTENTACION & Nyora Spouse]
Yo, hahahaha
(Yeah!)
Hmm-mhm

[Verse 2: Nyora Spouse & JAY-Z]
Hooligan in the hoodie, no Zimmerman
And shoot me, I got visions in my head, you'll soon see
Savin' my dollars for Mary Jane to get baked
Clean myself off with a sunbathing ape
Motherf*ckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more
I don't take that f*ck sh*t, I don't even want your b*tch (Yeah!)
She tryna 'press me with some Lucy Rose sh*t
Let a real n*gga roll, oh, you wasting all the weed
Wearing all this leather black 'cause I'm killing all this tree
Druggie n*gga, I'm a slump boy
In for the 'bidden fruit, should given me joy
But my pastor always talk, I gotta lie to me
These n*ggas biting me like sharks tryin' to clone me (Yea-)
But sh*t, that's power and respect (Yea-)
Sippin' from the holy grail, while getting neck
Don't need to sneeze to know I'm blessed
I'm Versace, motherf*cker, you Guess
Small car, they try to get higher
The pus*y I slay, but hers is a fighter
You're mad 'cause you can't be like me
I stunt, I flex, and I burn Mary, G (Y'all feel like that?)
I stick to the code
Fall back and let young n*ggas watch and take notes
Uh (Y'all feel like that?)
[Outro: Nyora Spouse]
Shagadava, ah fu-
Y'all feel like that?