Skyn Synth

These days everybody wanna be a thot And every single simp think he have a shot And it's a Powerball and you should sit it out Love ain't the same, pop Aderall and doubt Bots run up in the inbox, selling socks Or opps to knock Clark's with unlimited shots Transact like they been sacked, 'til they digits cracked Prestigious psychopaths, gettin' roughed and smacked Chris Brown style, they'll never be fertile Or worth your while, so celibate while they profile Skins worldwide dumped, oldest tricks of the trade Command the margins to pave their way in spade Niches and nipples, clits and pimples Simple to Mensa, hangin' shingles Seeds dwindle, fiddlin' joysticks Like autopilot, it's pay to play Every dog has his day, and that cat can wait y'all You say you wanna bounce, right? But what about tomorrow night? You on that skeezer tip, Dyson lips If there's stacks or tips, Hummin like a skyn synth Lesser men will try to hit it But they don't know how it goes Money, power, pussy, that's how it flows What are you? Coke or Pepsi, Salt or Pepper Corona or Bud Light? Yeah, whatever Whatever better, her place no space Back of a Durango, whip my ass like she Django Forever never chased debutante but don't flaunt Self-inflicted gunshot, a transcript I don't want So I'm on this dating app, broad likes and followed One night G, I thought it unlikely She said "what's up babe?", I said what's your rate Said her box is wet and she wanna extend an overnight And I'm like, that ain't good for menis, but Imma If that shit's right, "I'm a pro call girl", yeah right She asked "what you're doing tonight?", and I replied Not gettin' an STD, keepin it sucka free She sends me a quick video snap of her feet Behind her head I reply I'm going to bed, yo You say you wanna bounce, right? But what about tomorrow night? You on that skeezer tip, Dyson lips If there's stacks or tips, Hummin like a skyn synth Lesser men will try to hit it But they don't know how it goes Money, power, pussy, that's how it flows You say you wanna bounce, right? But what about tomorrow night? You on that skeezer tip, Dyson lips If there's stacks or tips, Hummin like a skyn synth Lesser men will try to hit it But they don't know how it goes Money, power, pussy, that's how it flows