Ski Mask The Slump God – Van w/ No Roof Lyrics

[Hook x2]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Inter]
Feel me up, turn me up
DjCreativeMind
Ski Mask in the fuckin’ building
Bring that shit back
Ay, ay, ayy
My boof like a roof
My boof like a roof

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof

[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Verse: The48Lord]
She looks like a goose, [?]
I move like a moose, and I pour out the goose
I am a winner, that mean people lose
Wake up in the morning, what jewel do I choose
[?]
You living the life, just to get some more views
[?] profit, I hang around jewelers
I alakazam, I leave bitches confused

[Verse: DirtyFaceSmook]
They callin’ me dirty [?]
The choppa, he [?] the Milly Rock
The Glock he make you do the Diddy Bop
My face on yo’ bitch with her titties out
The others who know I ain’t bluffin
You bitches is crusty, disgustin’
At least you shit for some money
My [?], my diamonds aquatic
[?]
[?]

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
Hmm
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Verse 2: DirtyFaceSmook]
Why you hatin’ from the nose bleeds
Fuck around, I’m pourin’ in my codeine
Fuck around, I put [?] her ovaries
She a lucky lil bitch, like a [?]
Boy I told you to stick to the plan
You did not listen and I am the man
[?] the bands
My diamonds, they dance
Like Usher, they dance

[Verse 3]
Niggas never ran through a lobby
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Right now parkin’ my new ‘Rari
Yeah I prolly just met at the party
Bitch [?] in dead
[?] get you some bread
Bitch I [?] get some head
[?] feds (ayyy!)

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof

Ski Mask the Slump God – WTF!?

[Intro]
Yuh, we just started from the top, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Hey, do you like curse words?
There is a lot in the verse
Ayy Tony
Ayy! Uh

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 1]
Huh? Huh? Huh? What did you say?
Umm, repeat, yuh
Yachty pulled up in a new ‘Cedes truck (that’s nice)
Lights, they on the front
Pause, Then I’ma stunt
Ayy, you not savage so keep that shirt tucked
No you not, no you not
I am a bad boy, don’t wear no seat buckle
Beat down that pussy then dust off my knuckles
What else? What else? What else? Dust off my knuckles
Walk the damn plank, on yo’ bitch I plank
Unless she stank, smell like a Chef Boyardee
X came with Tank, basquiat came to paint
Achoo, I’m blessed
Don’t ask me why ’cause I don’t look like you

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

[Verse 2]
Terio, ohh, kill ’em!
It’s how I walked up in the building
This the man I’m with the millions
I’m as high as hands up in the sky
When it’s yo’ auntie saying hallelujah!
I’m the shit, what’s it to ya?
(Umm, here’s your tissue)
Yup, I needed it
Just for my jewelry, ’cause it be tripping B
And she from Italy, she got the sausage
Like I’m the Kennedy, got lotta green on me
Talkin’ ’bout Kennedy, she said I’m awesome!

[Chorus]
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
(Don’t get fucked up!)
Don’t get fucked up, I’m fucked up, what the fuck?
What the fuck? What the fuck? What the fuck? What the– Ayy!

Ski Mask the Slump God – My Mind

[Intro]
Natra
Yuh, fuck out my mind, bottle, ayy
Six on me, six, ayy, gold on me, hey
Bottle

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, huh
Yet I climb, huh, and I get high
I can’t control, this mind of mine
Yet I climb, while I get high

[Verse]
Ayy, ayy, I tell ’em one hunnid, ’cause I’m one hunnid
And her nigga runnin’, when I’m in her tummy
Ayy-ayy, these niggas so ass, I bought them a seat cushion
Niggas so sad, tryna be the shit like poopy pushin’
Said these niggas cats, like they Chinese food
They don’t want beef, likin’ Tofu
Got my balls in the right spot, like Kill Bill, dawg
I’m not Nate Dogg, but got a whole soul, huh
Uh, so tell them niggas three hunna, ’cause my age is three hunna
Roman Gucci toga, cost me ’bout six baby strollers
Ayy, she wanna tell me somethin’ special
Just like she a fortune cookie, or wet like loogie
When she be droppin’ that neck
I just humina, humina, humina, okay, ayy
Just like I was a lil’ flower seed
You was a Sun to me, I take your energy
Drop-top like Kennedy, heard what I said to these people
Speak with them bees, like I’m spendin’ on Louie tees

[Chorus]
I can’t control, this mind of mine, I
Yet I climb, and I get high (it’s a mothafuckin’ celebration)
I can’t control, this mind of mine (you can’t stop me, wooh!)
Yet I climb, while I get high

Ski Mask the Slump God – Babywipe

[Intro]
Ayy! CashMoneyAp
Yuh, yuh, yuh, who?
Bitch, ayy! Sauce
Flex wet in the flesh, ayy!

[Chorus]
How is you feeling vro?
Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
How is you feeling vro?
Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

[Verse 1]
Ayy, water that pussy like baptist
To find my sauce need an atlas
Her pussy hungry and starving
So my dick is what I use it as the damn catnip
Rap game on faster than fast so
Be real, all these niggas I might overlap them
Never mind, I just might cap them
Just like a taser I zap them
Shock! I fuck a bitch in the dark
My diamonds shine in the dark
Weed deadass smell like a fart
I’m on go just like a cart
You police, I’ll call you Paul, uh, Blart, uh
Try but you never can fuck my thot
Or milly rock on my block
Okay, Post Malone with that pistol
I see you is the issue
I know that you hard as tissues
See you giggle like tickle
Your bitch seeking me like missile
Heat sensor on my pickle
You know that I tell no fiddles
But I rhyme right like a riddle

[Chorus]
How is you feeling vro?
Feeling like the Four, I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

[Verse 2]
Map, map, map
You the type to have eyebrow cat scratch
And I’m in the field like baseball bat
And I’m fresh off a lick like an old Tic-Tac
You done fucked up like you take a step back
Cool cat like a stray in a freezer in the back
Like you’re Jay-Z no Roc-A-Fella holla back
But I’m ’bout the damn money boomerang back
Okay like lisp, is how I speak ’cause I sip
Lean like what’s done on your bitch
In your mouth I fit a fist
Pistol best friends with my hip
Like T.I. bitch as a tip
I don’t get head I get lip
The sauce is water I dripped
The sauce is water I, ayy

[Chorus]
How is you feeling vro?
Feeling like the Four, bitch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on the cat piss
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"
How is you feeling vro?
Feeling like the Four, bitch I feel Fantastic
Which one would you be though?
Mr. Fantastic ’cause my money like elastic
Burberry trench raincoat
You smoke oregano, I’m smoking on that cat piss
(You will, regret! You will, regret!)
I’ma be real ya’ know, when I whip my dick out
She said "too big, gotta map this"

[Outro]
I think I’m done (map this, map this)
I think I’m done (map this)
I don’t think I gotta say anything actually
Ayy ayy, ayy

Off the wall – XXXTentacion ft. Ski Mask lyrics

Lyrics XXXTentacion – Off the wall

Since you never gave a damn in the first place
Maybe it’s time you had the tables turned
‘Cause in the interest of all involved I got the problem solved
And the verdict is guilty
Man nearly kill.(off the wall)

Cigarettes, haha
Off the lean, off the drink
Ayy ayy ayy, ohhhh, huuuh
Ayy ayy ayy, ayy ayy ayy ayy ayy ayyyy!

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet.

When I d*ckd*ckd*ckd*ckd*ckd*ck that b*tch
And she see Jesus on some rapture s**t
Throw my balls at her Pokémon
Ash Ketchum s**t
Cause I’m fly like a newborn baby wombat wing
Me and this mic is your Mortal Kombat ting
I want some head I’m thinkin’ of zombies thing
Beaming a pistol it look like hadouken
Like mayday, mayday, mayday, mayday
Tell these pus*y rappers that it’s time to vacay
Rob your lady versuri-lyrics.info
Told her put her hands up high in the air
Like she ’bout to hit the Nae Nae
They say I’m cr-cr-cr-cr-cray cray
Can’t control the nigga like we shootin’ from the AK
But I kill these rappers I’m a walking breathing, payday
[?] nigga got the Ray Rays
Get away, get away, get away, get away
Better do you or do way way, fade away
You sippin’ Haterade, I’m sippin’ Gatorade
With the lean in it and I call it the fadeaway
I’m so toxic, f*ck, hop up on my d*ck
I think I’m a pilot, ’cause she in my cockpit
Plumber, uh, pop it
Catfish like I Skyped it
Did her ASAP like Rocky
Rockin’ in my motherf*ckin’
Rockin’ rockin’ in my motherf*ckin’.

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet.

When I fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fi-fist that b*tch
I’ma make that booty jiggle, it’s a kickback b*tch
She gon’ rub my Dragon Balls, let her make one wish
What is that?
She just wanna take the Young Dagger d*ck
Ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy, ayy ayy
She off the Molly she wanna take seven d*ck
Body to body, that’s MC Dagger, b*tch
Think I’m Illuminati ’cause I got money b*tch
Like Ray J, Ray J, Ray J, Ray J
b*tch I hit it first
So I went and hit the Nae Nae
Coming in hot like a missile pus*y, hey bae
f*cking bust a nigga, make him “up, up, and away” ayy
Watch this, uppercut, Super Smash Melee
I just made her spin on my d*ck like a Beyblade
I be like a spinach, I don’t know you [?]
Humina humina, black fist on my way-ay
No Chris Brown, f*ck her, make her look at me now
When I’m in the pus*y say “Oww”
You got no etiquette, just beginning like Genesis
Can you give me a rapper that I’m not better than?
Revenge jean, I think I might OD on sauce
I don’t rock Supreme
Said my d*ck gonna cum and about to last like ever since
When a white, wh-wh-white, wh-wh-white, okay like
Big black, d*ck in your mama mouth
Pull it back, push ya whole wig back
Tic tac, your breath really be you
Yo, you really need a Tic-Tac
Big pump, Cobain, Cobain
Leave a pus*y nigga with no brain, okay
Weenie Hut Jr. looking boy, tell him “Olay!”
I’ma pull that pistol, make ’em miss another, ayyyy!

I feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
Huh, feel like Nick Cannon cause I’m wildin’ out
I don’t got on Vans but b*tch I’m off the wall
I said like insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet
Insect, I be buggin’ motherf*cker
f*ck on your mommy
My flow be sick like that b*tch gotta vomit, to vomit, to vomit
I’m hot like a comet, ayyy.
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