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Ski Mask The Slump God - Full Moon Lyrics




Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, okay
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (water)
Yuh, haha, umm

I change at midnight, I transform to wolf
Some things in my life would turn you to food
Third eye with my sight, precise with my knife
You think you Superman, I got the Kryptonite, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (okay, ayy)
I'm good in my hood, I been misunderstood
My clan don't wear hood, I'm OT tonight
The Percs are my vice, I'm rollin' my dice
I came back to life, I'm feelin' like Christ, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Ayy)
I strike what I touch
Like the snake venom
They think that I'm a villain
They bit, I'm gonna let 'em
Not talking about the snack on you, run and (?)
We catch 'em, we don't kill 'em
We turn 'em to a (?)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
These niggas be so stupid
Label never recouping
It's a forever loop
That's why they out here recruiting
And I am an animal whenever it comes to loot
And I am a cannibal whenever it comes to you, and
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (okay)
Give me flowers, I know that I'm P (I'm P)
Like Kaepernick, think you can knee?
Fresh to death like I'm in this bitch deceased
Bitch (?) sent to the beach
These niggas suck so we calling them "Leach"
It don't got shit to do with me
I'm out of line like I chill in the crease
Bitch, we in the field like some cleats
I just be geeked
I'm off a four
Like a disease, I am bad to the bone
And head to toe, I am rockin' the chrome
Trap out the house like the film Home Alone
I'm with the mob, mob, Al Capone
And we be outside like the gnome
You can get hogtied, what you want?
Strapped like a Elsa song, let it go
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
The culture is what we set, and yeah, we need that
I would never bend like I got no knee cap
Told 'em to free slatt
Can't find me on no map
The cappers can keep that
See me, I speak facts, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
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Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, okay
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (water)
Yuh, haha, umm

I change at midnight, I transform to wolf
Some things in my life would turn you to food
Third eye with my sight, precise with my knife
You think you Superman, I got the Kryptonite, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (okay, ayy)
I'm good in my hood, I been misunderstood
My clan don't wear hood, I'm OT tonight
The Percs are my vice, I'm rollin' my dice
I came back to life, I'm feelin' like Christ, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (Ayy)
I strike what I touch
Like the snake venom
They think that I'm a villain
They bit, I'm gonna let 'em
Not talking about the snack on you, run and (?)
We catch 'em, we don't kill 'em
We turn 'em to a (?)
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
These niggas be so stupid
Label never recouping
It's a forever loop
That's why they out here recruiting
And I am an animal whenever it comes to loot
And I am a cannibal whenever it comes to you, and
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (okay)
Give me flowers, I know that I'm P (I'm P)
Like Kaepernick, think you can knee?
Fresh to death like I'm in this bitch deceased
Bitch (?) sent to the beach
These niggas suck so we calling them "Leach"
It don't got shit to do with me
I'm out of line like I chill in the crease
Bitch, we in the field like some cleats
I just be geeked
I'm off a four
Like a disease, I am bad to the bone
And head to toe, I am rockin' the chrome
Trap out the house like the film Home Alone
I'm with the mob, mob, Al Capone
And we be outside like the gnome
You can get hogtied, what you want?
Strapped like a Elsa song, let it go
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
The culture is what we set, and yeah, we need that
I would never bend like I got no knee cap
Told 'em to free slatt
Can't find me on no map
The cappers can keep that
See me, I speak facts, like
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh
Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh (ayy)
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Mathias Daniel Liyew, Nik Dejan Frascona
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.