Top Songs By Ski Mask the Slump God
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ski Mask the Slump God
Vocals
Rich The Kid
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Duval
Songwriter
Stokeley Goulbourne
Songwriter
Dimitri Roger
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fabian Marasciullo
Mixing Engineer
Jimmy Duval
Producer
Lyrics
(Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, huh)
(Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, huh)
(I'm gonna rule machines)
(My mucus, jack shit)
(Shout out my mucus)
(Ha, bitch, um)
(Bam, bam, bam, bam)
(Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya)
Bitch, I am wuh-wuh-wuh, wuh-wuh-wuh, one of a one
(Bitch, bitch)
(Wuh-wuh-wuh, wuh-wuh-wuh, one)
Hot like a biscuit with crust on the crumb
I touch her chest like the cross on a nun
(Um, I touch ya chest)
(I touch ya chest)
Um, if I was vampire, I still survive in the sun
(Sun, sun)
I am a motherfucker, asshole and cunt
My diamonds clean as a newborn baby dog tongue, um, whoa
(Eee!)
Pussy too good like yum
(Like what?)
Make her do a backflip, then she cum, huh?
(Make her do a flip)
Choppers on 'em, run up on it get shot (Brr-ah)
Dirty bitches, I'ma do what I want (Bitch)
She wanna fuck on my neck, 'cause I'm cool
('Cause I'm on it)
If the pussy too good, make her boo (Make her boo)
Use to dream 'bout the Bentley, till the shit came true
(Whoa)
Got a brand new Rollie and the face all blue
(Whoa-oh-oh-oh)
Like, uh
Yuh, yuh, yuh
Shout out my, uh
Shout out my, huh
(Yuh, yuh)
(What, what, what?)
Ay, ay, ay, ay
I done woke up on the block
Block, block, block, block, block, drop, huh
(What, what?)
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
I'm just like slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Ooh, yuh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Shout out my slime and my ex
All they like slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Uh, yuh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
(Woo, yuh, ay)
Shout out my slime and my ex
'Cause you know they help me blow up
Bitches throw up
What's on my meat? Boy, no cold cut
Shout out my Bentley (Skrrt)
I do doughnuts
What's in your freezer? (Freezer)
Bitch, I'm froze up (Froze up)
She want the Molly
(Molly, aw)
Thought she told ya?
Shout out my bitch (Bitch)
'Cause she cold
I got the racks in my backpack (Backpack)
Bluebills on me, that's a kickback (Kickback)
I'm the young **** bought the trap back (What?)
You can fit a hundred thou' in a knapsack (Rich)
I'm just like slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Ooh, yuh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Shout out my slime and my ex
All they like slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
Uh, yuh
Slatt, slatt, slatt, slatt
(Woo)
Shout out my slime and my ex, bitch
(Woo)
Written by: Dimitri Roger, James Duval, Stokeley Goulbourne