ADMIT IT Songtext
von Ski Mask the Slump God
ADMIT IT Songtext
I′m something like them indigenous-
I'm in that bitch
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (oh my God, Ronny!)
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I′m something like them indigenous
To something like them, amphibians
'Cause the flow like water, still acidic
Cold-hearted like reptilian
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I fuck up all the stats and tell 'em, "Check the analytics"
And what the fuck is a chart? I′m making double digits
I flood my wrist with rocks, my very own obelisk
Looking like Madara how this Prada jacket fit
Tell ′em, "Set the club up, Ski on the way, it lit, lit, lit"
I set the bar high every time, now hurdle, bitch
Hope opposition stay in line like compositions
We make them disappear like damn dark magicians
They always acting, "What the fuck? This ain't auditions"
We want the smoke like broken Transformer engines
Okay, we getting paid, big tick-tocks like Flava Flav
Like Alice in the Wonderland, ain′t it funny how life is just a maze?
And I'm flabbergasted that you doubted this shit, I mean I′m just amazed
What Mike Wazowski say? We monsters either way
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I'm something like them indigenous
To something like them, amphibians
′Cause the flow like water, still acidic
Cold-hearted like reptilian
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I fuck up all the stats and tell 'em, "Check the analytics"
And what the fuck is a chart? I'm making double digits
I'm in that bitch
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (oh my God, Ronny!)
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I′m something like them indigenous
To something like them, amphibians
'Cause the flow like water, still acidic
Cold-hearted like reptilian
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I fuck up all the stats and tell 'em, "Check the analytics"
And what the fuck is a chart? I′m making double digits
I flood my wrist with rocks, my very own obelisk
Looking like Madara how this Prada jacket fit
Tell ′em, "Set the club up, Ski on the way, it lit, lit, lit"
I set the bar high every time, now hurdle, bitch
Hope opposition stay in line like compositions
We make them disappear like damn dark magicians
They always acting, "What the fuck? This ain't auditions"
We want the smoke like broken Transformer engines
Okay, we getting paid, big tick-tocks like Flava Flav
Like Alice in the Wonderland, ain′t it funny how life is just a maze?
And I'm flabbergasted that you doubted this shit, I mean I′m just amazed
What Mike Wazowski say? We monsters either way
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I'm something like them indigenous
To something like them, amphibians
′Cause the flow like water, still acidic
Cold-hearted like reptilian
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
Admit it, admit it, admit it, admit it
I fuck up all the stats and tell 'em, "Check the analytics"
And what the fuck is a chart? I'm making double digits
Writer(s): Ronald Spence, Stokeley Goulbourne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com