TOILET WATER

Intro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God

(Bosley)

Yeah

Chopper squad bustin' (Yeah), bustin' (Bust), bustin'

Bust

Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God

I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch

I been skrrtin' since I was a kitty (Crush)

Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch

And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)

Niggas be nerds, lyin' and shit

That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)

Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word

These niggas is all shitty (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)

Flush (Bust), flush (Flush, ha, ha, ha, ha)

Flush (Ha, ha), flush (Flush)

Flush, flush (Ayy)

Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it)

He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

Verse 1: Trippie Redd& Ski Mask the Slump God

Walk up to the devil's den, catch a homicide in public (Huh)

Close that door, you can't get in, let shit down 'bout my brothers (Huh)

MAC-11s and F&Ns, bitch, you know I keep a cutter

And I seen some deadly sins, boy, you with me, instant jealous

Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God

Flush (Okay), flush, flush, flush (Let me talk to 'em)

Flush, flush, flush, flush (Hahaha)

Flush, flush, flush, flush (Yuh, I mean, look at these bum-ass niggas, dawg)

Flush, flush, flush, flush (Shittin' me, yuh)

Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God

I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch

I been skrrtin' since I was a kitty (Okay, yuh)

Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch

And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Okay, ayy)

Niggas be nerds, lyin' and shit

That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)

Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word

These niggas is all shitty (Ha, ha, ha)

Flush (Flush), flush (Pussy)

Flush (Flush), flush (Flush, pussy)

Flush (Flush), flush (Yuh)

Flush, flush (Okay)

Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (Okay)

He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ugh, ha, ha, ha)

Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump God

I'm like, stop, crush, four leaf, lucky

Now he in a shit bag, soda, I don't crush (Yuh)

Break him like a Kit-Kat, Chris, how I be talkin'

Clutch, clutch, clutch, clutch

With a shovel, I came out the muddy

Like you made for a crash, you a dummy

You be built like a nose, he be runny

Money flow like constipated tummy

How I feel? Niggas, they be bummy

Like croissant, niggas, they be crummy

Like a crash, niggas, they be dummy

Kevin Hart, niggas, they be funny

Pre-Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God

Yeah, ayy, hahahahaha, yeah

Flush, flush (Um), flush, flush (Flush)

Flush, flush (Flush), flush, flush (Yeah)

Chorus: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God

I'm from the jungle, a lion, lil' bitch

I been skrrtin' since I was a kitty (Crush)

Hang with the birds, I'm flyin', lil' bitch

And my pockets is bigger than Biggie (Dust)

Niggas be nerds, lyin' and shit

That's why I'ma give 'em the fifty (Frrp, fah, haha)

Treat 'em like turds, don't say a word

These niggas is all shitty (Ha, ha, ha, ha)

Flush (Bust), flush (Bust)

Flush (Bust), flush (Flush, ha, ha, ha)

Flush (Ha, ha), flush (Flush)

Flush, flush (Ayy)

Gave my brodie ten, made me sick to my stomach (I like it)

He gon' take it on the chin, man, he know that shit ain't nothin' (Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, yeah)

Outro: Trippie Redd & Ski Mask the Slump God

Walk up to the devil's den, catch a homicide in public (God, yeah)