XXXTENTACION - Whores on the Boards

[Intro: XXXTENTACION & Nyora Spouse]

(Yeah!)

Very Rare Boys nigga (How you feel?)

(Fuck that, get slumped bitch)

Y'all feel like that?

Yo

Hm, see me

Mama had to send me into church

[Verse 1: XXXTENTACION]

Fucking 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 fucks wit' you

All my niggas is gang bangers and diss niggas

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 niggas (Yeah)

Fuck niggas, they running their triathlon

Catch me gettin' sloppy wit’ a bitch that look like Asher Roth (Yeah)

And I ain't playin' games like zombies, bitch, I'm getting trains

Runnin' trains and bitches killing snitches in an aeroplane

And I'm a menace, see more mouths than a dentist

I'm killing till I'm replenished, you niggas don't know the half of it

Half-ass rappers talking shit, check the time

Turn around and see my nigga's wit' me totin' .49's

And know they mad 'cause I ain't really stuntin' shit

I hate the bitch and have my other wife who playing wit' my dick (Y'all feel like that?)

Swallow spitting, swallow spitting, she swallow spitting

Said this since beginning, I'm just beginning, intend on winning

[Interlude: XXXTENTACION]

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

Motherfuckers can't rhyme no more, 'bout crime no more

I don't take that fuck shit, I don't even want your bitch (Yeah!)

She tryna 'press me with some Lucy rose shit

Let a real nigga roll, oh, you wasting all the weed

Wearing all this [?] black 'cause I'm killing all this tree

Druggie nigga, 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 nigga's biting me like sharks tryin' to clone me (Yea-)

But shit, that's how I earn respect (Yea-)

Sippin' from the holy grail, while getting neck

Don't need to sneeze to know I'm blessed

I'm Versace, motherfucker, you guessed

Small car, they try to get higher

The pussy I slay, but her's 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 niggas watch them take notes

Uh (Y'all feel like that?)

[Outro: Nyora Spouse]

Shagadava, ah fu-

Y'all feel like that?