XXXTENTACION — Whores on the Boards

[Intro: XXXTENTACION & Nyora Spouse] (Yeah!) Very Rare Boys, nigga (How you feel?) (Fuck that, get slumped, bitch) (Fine!) You feel alright? 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 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 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, 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 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 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, motherfucker, you Guess Small car, they try to get higher The pussy 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 niggas watch and take notes Uh (Y'all feel like that?) [Outro: Nyora Spouse] Shagadava, ah fu- Y'all feel like that?