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Ski Mask The Slump God - Monsters Inc. Feat Future (Official Audio)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Future
Future
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
Nayvadius Wilburn
Nayvadius Wilburn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
ATL Jacob
ATL Jacob
Producer

Lyrics

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) My gang over everything, I ain't gotta think about it twice I'm a thinker, one-nighter, it was hittin', smashin' on it twice Pussy hit, I come through, pop up at apartments, yeah Savage shit, fuck a bitch all on the carpet, yeah I was geekin' in the nighttime, bitch, I'm iced out, uh-huh Real spill, I'm comin' through in that nitro, uh-huh Real spill, give a nigga halo, uh-huh Real spill, I'm still goin' after J.Lo, uh-huh Can't go back on my word, when I was served, when I was heard Ain't no turnin' me down when I got it on my nerve Drip on me, I got it on me, I put in on, I'm surfin' Take the drug money, go and drop it on the 'burb I'm off the Earth, I go berserk, bitch, I'm the worst I'm talkin' national, the hood on National Geographic Cartier, the glasses, the white buff, cost at least four rackies Super splashy, high fashion Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah) Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe) Rich nigga, wrist flickin' like a snowball cone Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt) Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha) If she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars Can't forget them days a nigga wake up in the trap Every time, free my dawg, put me on the (free my dawg, water) Sippin' on the rrt, with that glrrt on my lap (ay) ATL Jacob, he a fuckin' millionaire Yup, yup, sipping stuck, yup, Big Gulp, double my cup, yup Mosquito, 'cause these niggas suck, yup Count chicken, we're gettin' the pluck, yup I seem to have lost my fucks Check the stats, like the soda, I crush Like, "Why the people on my nuts?" Neosporin, bitch, I'm always in the cut, yup Hand Cannon like Mega, huh, this not SEGA, huh, huh Maybach, Double Stuf, inside white like Dana, huh, huh I could teach you somethin', they like, "What's your major?" Huh, huh Main protagonist, I'm in that bitch like Eren Yeager, huh Set in stone like some hieroglyphics Startin' to flow like a damn picnic Biggest Ski, if we're talkin' legacy Y'all niggas can't fuck with me Tell a bitch, "Back up, don't step on my Rick" Kung Fu Panda how a mo'fucker kick And the way that they think that they on my level, bacteria, they make me sick So, first and foremost, bitch, you can't compare to this Big body in the way that I drive the whip, like I no longer wanna exist I shake shit like a flinch, been hit licks like the Grinch Y'all niggas just the benchwarmers, I can't take you serious Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah) Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe) Rich nigga, wrist flickin' like a snowball cone Whip the fetty, whip the dog up with IceATL Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt) Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha) If she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars
Writer(s): Nayvadius Wilburn, Jacob Atl Jacob Canady, Stokeley Goulbourne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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