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DJ Scheme makes good on his promise


Some months back, DJ Scheme teased us with a new music collaboration with Ski Mask The Slump God  and Juice WRLD.

Finally he has just dropped this new music titled Hey Mister  and he has featured Ski Mask The Slump God but to our surprise, Juice WRLD isn’t on it.


He just announced the release on his Instagram.

We have the Instagram post for you – see it below

 

 

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HEY MISTER👋🏽 OUT EARLY FOR DA KIDS!😉 (LINK IN BIO) COMMENT “HEY MISTER” IF YOU LOVE IT!

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    Hey Mister DJ Scheme ft Ski Mask The Slump God

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    Hey Mister –DJ Scheme ft Ski Mask The Slump God

    [Intro: Ski Mask The Slump God]
    Wet

    [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]
    Hey Mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my sister)
    'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (you can get, huh)
    Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Huh, my keister)
    Hey Mister (Hey Mister)
    Hey Mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (To my-what? hHuh)
    It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (you could-you could get-get)
    Told her enemies to kiss my keister (Kiss it)
    Hey Mister (Hey Mister)

    [Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God]
    Hey Mister, yeah, bustin' at these bitches like a blister, huh
    TSA her anyday, I frisk her, huh
    Sippin' on this lean until my lips hurt, ow my liver
    Know your pockets hurt, yuh
    Renegade, I'm 'bout my currency
    You'll get a fist serve, yuh
    Balenciaga sock on me all green like the Grinch, sir, yuh
    Your diamonds hurricane cloudy, they might need a rinse sir, huh
    When I attack my dick like a sword I'ma fence her
    Warm up my dick, bench her
    Call her my dear, prancer
    When she call my phone, no answer
    I'ma dip on the bitch like ranch syrup
    Spread the positivity like cancer
    Tryna kill my spirits they can't, sir
    Dress retro like a lancer
    Like Spongebob here’s my wet

    [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God]
    Hey Mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (to my sister)
    'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get hurt (you could get, water!)
    Told her enemies to kiss my keister (kiss my keister)
    Hey Mister (hey Mister)
    Hey Mister (mister), I might give a Glock to my sister
    It's a dirty world, you could get hurt
    Told her enemies to kiss my keister
    Mister

    [Verse 2: Juice WRLD]
    Hey Mister (Mister)
    Tried to shoot at 'ya but I missed 'ya (but I missed 'ya)
    Now I gotta aim it at your sister (I'ma get her)
    What your peoples tell you about getting your fam involved?
    You got a funeral next week, guess what, nigga?
    That's your fucking fault

    [Chorus: Ski Mask The Slump God, Juice WRLD & Both]
    Hey Mister (Mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (to my sister, huh)
    'Cause it's a dirty world, you could get her (you could get, waterrr)
    Told her enemies to kiss my keister
    (kiss my muthafuckin' ass! my keister)
    Hey Mister (hey Mister)
    Hey Mister (mister), I might give a Glock to my sister (to my-what?)
    It's a dirty world, you could get hurt (you could get hurt)
    Told her enemies to kiss my keister (kiss my keister)
    Hey Mister (hey Mister)

    [Verse 3: Juice Wrld]
    Bitch, I said the keister
    Hey Mister, don't you try to run or we'll find 'ya
    Yeah, this uzi, we ain't playing, we gon' blind 'ya
    Yeah, we run through your front door, we don't like ya's
    One stripes, two Stripe
    Pull up to your block and let off all the stripes
    Hey mister, don't you get hurt playing gangster
    You a lame, you a joke
    Hey mister
    It's a dirty world you would get hurt
    Might give a Glock to my sister
    Please sir, it's a cold world, you would get hurt
    Please sir, leave red stains on your t-shirt
    My turf, get hurt, bitch I am a loser
    Once you get a clue sir
    Bye-bye, loser

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