- No Tilt (Prod.TM88) 歌詞 Ski Mask TheSlumpGod
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- Ski Mask TheSlumpGod
- Ayy!
Haha, basic smoke
Water! Pussy boy, huh, look at it
Bet, bet, bet, bet (look at it), bet
Look at it, look at it, look at it!
Bet, bet (huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!)
Yuh (ayy!), yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, huh
Diamonds on loop-de-loop
So big it look like a hoop-de-hoop
They tryna lock me in pigeon coop
Even if so I would chop the roof
Slick like I'm Rick
Slick like a fork after used to eating ramen noodles
I'm on a hunt like Attila the Hun or it's winter way
Hungry for caribou (water!)
Tryna bag me a bad and boujee barbie boo
That be flipping like nickel when I rendezvous
How I recycle money it's like déjà vu
This not Snakes on a Plane, this is Gucci on my suit
Whoops, I gave her sauce like oops
We smoking, smell like a poop
I just spilled sauce like whoops
I just spilled sauce like, sauce like
Sauce like, sauce like
Sauce, sauce, sauce
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a poop
Oops, whoops
I just spilled sauce like whoops
I just spilled sauce like oops
We smoking, smell like a poop (water!)
Diamonds, I like diamonds
Niggas hate me cause I'm gettin' this guap
Spend it all on diamonds
Niggas fuck with me when I was coming up
But I'm on they hatin'
That don't make sense
We all gettin' money boy why is you tense
Washed up rappers be rinsed
Bentley or Benz, whichever I'm in
Got a bitch and her friends
I live for my enemies, pray for my sins
I beat that bitch mouth
Leave a child on her chin
Ring on my finger, nine times ten
Fuck with the kid if you wanna lose friends
I just met the bitch and she gave me her stance
My bitch from Vienna, ain't talkin' 'bout skin
I'm a rich young nigga from the county
You a fake blood you don't bank bounty
Better ask your main bitch how she found me
Keep young real niggas all around me
I said fuck cops, G-Wagon, truck stops
Got a big knot, ayy! (ayy)
Diamonds they loop-de-loop
Hop in the coupe and swoop
You is a Juicy Fruit
You don't got juice you fruit
Hop on that track and poop
I'm spittin' that shit I'm the truth
Bustin' that mac out the roof (nigga, money)
My bitch got an attitude
Girl, I got a saline bag for you
My bitch is so magical
Make her disappear like a spectacle
I'ma hit 'em with the Batman, uh
Call me Master Bruce
.45 make a nigga tap dance
With the Mac in the backpack
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a poop
Oops, whoops
I just spilled sauce like whoops
I just spilled sauce like oops
We smoking, smell like a poop (water!)
I just spilled sauce like whoops
We smoking, smell like a poop
Oops
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