Skyn Synth Lyrics

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