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Listen to Burn the Hoods - Single by Ski Mask the Slump God
ALBUMBurn the Hoods - SingleSki Mask the Slump God
Listen to FaZe Adapt | FaZe Clan  featuring Ski Mask the Slump God
PLAYLISTFaZe Adapt | FaZe Clan Beats by Dr. Dre

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kiowa Roukema
Kiowa Roukema
Composer
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
YoungKio
YoungKio
Producer
SLICE
SLICE
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yuh Bitch Kio, Kio Uh, uh If you fuck with me, he pushin' pedals Somewhere in a meadow, six feet under is his new level I am considered a rebel 'cause I never settle Ah, pshht, 'cause I'm hot like a kettle Your bitch is a rental, I had to pay incidentals And they act funny, Jay Leno Twisted my metal, now they actin' shaky like treble These niggas food like kibble (um) It's up like ice in a cup (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) Said, "Fuck, my president, Donald Trump" (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) Life Alert, I'm stuck off the Perc', I can't get up (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) I call them underwear 'cause they can't seem to get off my nuts (get, get, get, get) America sucks, U.S.A. for me mean us and don't touch (uh-huh) Like Big Time Rush, we four deep in the Jeep seats made out of crocodile nuts In God we trust, Starsky, Hutch (Hutch) Seein' police, then a nigga gotta duck (duck) Said, "I'm skatin' on thin ice with no puck" (yeah, yeah) Ain't that funny? 'Cause a nigga don't give no fucks (yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) Okay, this ain't even verse two but they still tryna figure me out Scooby Doo, uh-huh But I'm a mystery, I left a Blue's Clue, uh-huh She kissin' on me like I got a boo boo, uh-huh (boo boo) With a thick bitch at a picnic (haha) I ain't pack no food, just a bottle of the goop My weed has the stench of platypus poop Or better yet, Captain Sparrow black boots (ayy, ayy) Know your nigga got a sweet tooth, Augustus Gloop (ayy, ayy) Givin' his bitch wood, no Groot, uh-huh (ayy, ayy) Inspector Gadget-style trench coat With the Burberry print on the rope, ah, ah (with the Burberry print) Ratatouille how I'm cookin' with the sauce, they want Hit the motherfucker with the rope-a-dope (hit the motherfucker with the-) My wrist on ice-atope (wrist on ice-atope) I need a minute, let me light my Pope (um) It's up like ice in a cup (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) Said, "Fuck, my president, Donald Trump" (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) Life Alert, I'm stuck off the Perc', I can't get up (yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) I call them underwear 'cause they can't seem to get off my nuts
Writer(s): Kiowa Roukema, Stokeley Goulbourne Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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