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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Stokeley Goulbourne
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
Christopher Gibbs
Christopher Gibbs
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Natra Average
Natra Average
Producer
Peter Vilorio
Peter Vilorio
Recording Engineer
Fabian Marasciullo
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yes, I'm still off of the
[Verse 2]
Yuh, yuh, yuh (Who is it?)
Slime (Who is it, who is it?)
Water
Shout out, no mucus (Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha)
Yeah, um, okay (Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay)
[Verse 3]
Never been sleepin', 'cause I'm woke, bitch
And yes, I'm still off of the new po, bitch
Uh, I'm off dope, bitch
She said my dick dope, bitch
[Verse 4]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Ride me like animal, uh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Eat my meat just like a cannibal
[Verse 5]
I wanna spoon that bitch, like she a Danimals
I be as fly as a bird with a beak
My chain as wet as the world biggest cameltoe
I smell your jealousy, boy, do it stink
[Verse 6]
So check out the Cuban links on top of the mink
It's wetter than my bathroom sink (Wet)
**** that think they know me
Think I think 'bout givin' a fuck what they speak
So I tell 'em
[Verse 7]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up (Ooh)
[Verse 8]
My energy get up like it do a sit up
I got the bitch lit up, yuh, yuh (Lit up)
And I tell 'em, fuck you, bitch
And tell 'em, suck my dick until ya hiccup, uh, yuh, get up
[Verse 9]
**** fly as Peter Pan, call me Dapper Dan
Yes, I got a fan made of money up in my hand
And I got a cannon, no Nick, and no drum and band
Hotter than some sun on the beach when you're tryna tan
[Verse 10]
Take a Xan, 'cause I might scare ya like boogeyman
But, really man, I pull up and droptop the minivan, man
Man, and a **** rollin' like coasters at Disney Land
(Man, and a **** rollin' like coasters at Disney Land, man)
[Verse 11]
Chomp on a **** like a pit bull, diamond bite
Good chains, uh (Water)
When she suckin' on my dick
Sound like she eatin' lo mein, huh
[Verse 12]
People swearin' that they know the real me
Bitch, it's gettin' creepy, uh
For everybody hatin' on me, suck my dick, bitch
Catch sauce like mein (Oh, my God)
Okay, like
[Verse 13]
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, get up, get up (Ooh)
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up
[Verse 14]
My energy get up like it do a sit up
I got the bitch lit up (Lit up, lit up)
So I tell 'em, fuck you, bitch
And tell 'em, suck my dick until ya hiccup, get up
Written by: Christopher Gibbs, Stokeley Goulbourne, Sy Ari Brockington
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