Robb Bank$, XXXTentacion and Ski Mask the Slump God - May I

May I? May I?
May I? May I? (ayy) (huh?)
May I? May I? May I? (ayy) May I?
May I? May I? May I? (I'm working on dying)

May I flex? May I flex? (ayy)
May I flex? May I flex? (hoo)
May I flex? (ayy) May I flex? (Huh)
May I flex? (ayy ayy) May I flex? (ayy)
May I? Huh, May I? ayy
May I? May I? uh
May I? Huh, May I? Uh
May I? Huh, May I? huh (ayy)
Feel like Martin Luther, huh
Except I keep a Ruger, huh
I can't sleep, she on my body
I tell her cut, no movie, huh
May I flex? (ayy) May I flex?
May I flex? (hoo) May I flex?
May I flex? (ayy), May I flex? (huh)
May I flex?(ayy ayy) May I flex? (set)
May I?

Flex in the back of the matte truck
Yeah, I ride in the back of the 'Bach, huh?
That's why I ride with the tints in the black truck
Bullet proof masked up, big .38 back, back, boy, back up
Infidelity run through me mind like my last name motherfuckin' Castro
And the ice by Gima but the shit came from Scotland
The way I made the glass go
Bitch, we steppin' on them niggas, ayy, steppin' on them niggas
Bitch, we reppin' on them niggas, bitch, we reppin' on them niggas
I'll blitz the fuck nigga, I'll hit the fuck nigga
I'll get up on him broad day and pop the nigga melon (uh)
Left that nigga stank, tell me who gon' rob the bank?
Pull up ridin' in a tank, see my opp you know I crank
Hoes see me, yeah, they faint, lil mama want a taste
Let me bust it in her face, better eat me on her lunch break

May I flex? May I flex? (ayy)
May I flex? May I flex? (hoo)
May I flex? (ayy) May I flex? (Huh)
May I flex? (ayy ayy) May I flex? (ayy)
May I? Huh, May I? ayy
May I? May I? uh
May I? Huh, May I? Uh
May I? Huh, May I? huh (ayy)
Feel like Martin Luther, huh
Except I keep a Ruger, huh
I can't sleep, she on my body
I tell her cut, no movie, huh
May I flex? (ayy) May I flex?
May I flex? (hoo) May I flex?
May I flex? (ayy), May I flex? (huh)
May I flex?(ayy ayy) May I flex?
May I?

Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy
Haha, yuh yuh
Haha, okay (yuh)
Let me Arnold Schwarzenegger, uh, we eat like I cater
Let me origami on 'em, huh, flexin' all my paper, May I (yeah)
May I? May I?
Haha, okay, okay
I'm done with these niggas, done with these bitches, done
I only hunt them for fun (yeah)
What the fuck you mean, Palpatine?
How we be, evil, we do for none (okay)
Like a werewolf on a full moon night, bright
Don't wanna end up on the other side of my knife
Like a contact lens, it's on sight (yuh)
Die for my respect, die for my rights
Niggas don't want none, bitches don't want none
Hot ball out the park, okay, home run
Get on get done, okay, Homer
Pull up in a soup bowl, lookin' like wonton

Ayy man, R.I.P My young nigga, man
Y'all already know what the fuck goin' on, man
You thought this shit was on standby? Nah, it's in motion
Shit in heavy motion
We addicted to this shit, we gon' keep this shit goin', yeah
Y'all know how I'm comin'
Any one of you niggas play, we gon' put a lil sender back on your head, nigga, yeah
Yeah, nice lil sender back, nigga
We'll let you niggas what the fuck goin' on
(Nah, nah, niggas trippin', you heard?)
Yeah

Written by:
Richard Burnell

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