[Intro]
Ski
Ski, Ski, Ski, Ski
Ski, Ski
Ski, Ski, Ski

[Verse 1]
Sicker than the malaria
Ski Mask is always bigger than anything
Upper echelon, never the fucking middle man
Venomous, black Spider-Man
Lyrics roll with a black piss, same color as my heart
That boy be fresh doe
With his heart, he speak up
No pulse, no heartbeat
No feelings, just all me
Send my load of concrete
Your bitch might broke up out my fam, whassup bruh
The burn, my hair rub
Then slide that bitch on the bus
Ski, Ski, no trace of massacre, we pull up at your [?]
This ain't no life death, but my n***as could damage ya (Ski, Ski)
No Iron Man, but my iron made him pour iron, man
I still lookin’ like yeast, this beauty started the beast, cold

[Bridge]
Jason, killin' shit like I'm Jason (Ski, Ski)
Jason, Jason, Jason
Merkin’ shit like I'm Jason (Ski, Ski, Ski, Ski)
Jason, Jason, Jason (Uh-huh), Jason, Jason (Whaddup), Jason, Jason, Jason (Aye)
Jason, Jason
Still chasin' paper
[Verse 2]
Deeper than the cup from the sight of the reefer
Sniff three lines but this not no fuckin' Adidas
Dick so big, shake her spine, make her freeze-up
Hit a stain with Jahseh and "He yellin' like Yeezus"
Catchin' someone smoking with a blood, on the leaves
The crowd goin' preach, preach, preach, preach, like Jesus
I cannot go to Hell with all these freakin' Jesus pieces
Peanut butter the color, I feel like Reese’s Pieces
Hit him with one of ’em, man, he lookin like he sneezin'
My dog got the 30, no Stephen Curry, but he squeezin’
Get off mine, papa boy
Take off and, I'm annoyed
Chillin' outside and smokin' on green matter (Aye)
Chillin’ outside and smokin' on green matter (Aye, aye, aye)

[Chorus]
I said, on my mom (What)
On my own (What)
I look fly (Mhm)
I look good (What)
Touch my swag, n***a wish he could (Ski, Ski, Ski, Ski, aye)
On my mom (Ski)
On my hood

[Verse 3]
If she come in my zone, get the D out me
Ricky Bobby, how I'm fast with the green
Sloppy toppy, with straight neck like a ostrich
Will pop in my rocket, Team Rocket, blast off it
Tom Brady, Tom Brady, how I pull it out the pocket
Slidin' '95, to that fuckin' Atlantic
Hittin' on your bitches, we're like SS Titanic
Ski Mask give her molly, like cheeks, I call her Sandy
Wake up (Wake up), get my cake up (Get my cake up)
Bathing Ape, uh (Bathing Ape, uh), like Metro I'm better (I'm better, I'm better)
Get her wetter (I get her wetter), diamond sweater (A diamond sweater)
Lowkey sweat, but I still will massacre (Whatchu thought)
[Chorus]
I said, on my mom
On my own
I look fly
I look good
Touch my swag, n***a wish he could
On my mom
On my hood