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Ski Mask The Slump God - Monsters Inc. Lyrics




[ Featuring Future ]

(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

My gang over everything, I ain't gotta think about it twice
I'm a thinker, one nighter, it was hittin', smashin' on it twice
Pussy hit, I come through, pop up at apartments, yeah
Savage shit, f*ck a bitch all on the carpet, yeah
I was geekin' in the nighttime, bitch, I'm iced out, uh-huh
Real spill, I comin' through in that nitro, uh-huh
Real spill, give a nigga halo, uh-huh
Real spill, I'm still goin' after J-Lo, uh-huh
Can't go back on my word, when I was served, when I was heard
Ain't no turnin' me down when I got it on my nerve
Drip on me, I got it on me, I put in on, I'm surfin'
Take the drug money, go and trap it on the 'burb
I'm off the Earth, I goo berserk, I'm tryna work
I'm talkin' national, the hood on National Geographic
Cartier, the glasses, the white buff, call these four rackies
Super splashy, high fashion

Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe)
Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone
Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha)
Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars

Can't forget them days, a nigga wake up in the trap
Every time, free my dawg, put me on the (Free my dawg, water)
Sippin' on the rrt, with that frrp on my lap (ayy)
ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire

Yup, yup, sippin' stuff, yup, Big Gulp, double my cup, yup
Mosquito, 'cause these niggas suck, yup
Count chicken, we're gettin' the pluck, yup
I seem to have lost my thoughts
Check the stats, like soda, I Crush
Like, "Why the people on my nuts?"
Niggas foreign, bitch, I'm always in the cut, yup
Hand Cannon like Mega, huh, this not SEGA, huh, huh
Maybach, Double Stuf, inside white like Dana, huh, huh
I could teach you somethin', they like, "What's your major?" Huh, huh
Main protagonist, I'm in that bitch like Eren Yeager, huh
'Setta stone like some hieroglyphics
Startin' to flow like a damn picnic
Biggest Ski, if we talkin' like a C
Y'all niggas can't f*ck with me
Tell a bitch, "Back up, don't step on my Rick," cuff up in a (?), muhf*ckin' kick
And the way that they think that they on my level, bacteria, they make me sick
So first and foremost, bitch, you can't compare to this
Big body in the way that I drive the whip, like a no level one exists
I shake shit like a flinch, been hit licks like the Grinch
Y'all niggas just the benchwarmers, I can't take you serious

Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe)
Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone
Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha)
Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars
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(ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob)

My gang over everything, I ain't gotta think about it twice
I'm a thinker, one nighter, it was hittin', smashin' on it twice
Pussy hit, I come through, pop up at apartments, yeah
Savage shit, f*ck a bitch all on the carpet, yeah
I was geekin' in the nighttime, bitch, I'm iced out, uh-huh
Real spill, I comin' through in that nitro, uh-huh
Real spill, give a nigga halo, uh-huh
Real spill, I'm still goin' after J-Lo, uh-huh
Can't go back on my word, when I was served, when I was heard
Ain't no turnin' me down when I got it on my nerve
Drip on me, I got it on me, I put in on, I'm surfin'
Take the drug money, go and trap it on the 'burb
I'm off the Earth, I goo berserk, I'm tryna work
I'm talkin' national, the hood on National Geographic
Cartier, the glasses, the white buff, call these four rackies
Super splashy, high fashion

Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe)
Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone
Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha)
Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars

Can't forget them days, a nigga wake up in the trap
Every time, free my dawg, put me on the (Free my dawg, water)
Sippin' on the rrt, with that frrp on my lap (ayy)
ATL Jacob, he a f*ckin' millionaire

Yup, yup, sippin' stuff, yup, Big Gulp, double my cup, yup
Mosquito, 'cause these niggas suck, yup
Count chicken, we're gettin' the pluck, yup
I seem to have lost my thoughts
Check the stats, like soda, I Crush
Like, "Why the people on my nuts?"
Niggas foreign, bitch, I'm always in the cut, yup
Hand Cannon like Mega, huh, this not SEGA, huh, huh
Maybach, Double Stuf, inside white like Dana, huh, huh
I could teach you somethin', they like, "What's your major?" Huh, huh
Main protagonist, I'm in that bitch like Eren Yeager, huh
'Setta stone like some hieroglyphics
Startin' to flow like a damn picnic
Biggest Ski, if we talkin' like a C
Y'all niggas can't f*ck with me
Tell a bitch, "Back up, don't step on my Rick," cuff up in a (?), muhf*ckin' kick
And the way that they think that they on my level, bacteria, they make me sick
So first and foremost, bitch, you can't compare to this
Big body in the way that I drive the whip, like a no level one exists
I shake shit like a flinch, been hit licks like the Grinch
Y'all niggas just the benchwarmers, I can't take you serious

Rich nigga send a blitz, ain't gon' sell my soul (yeah)
Bitch nigga, catch ya slippin', nigga wipin' your nose (wipe)
Rich nigga, rich, thinkin' like snowball cone
Whip the FedEx, whip the dog, filled with ice to the top
Ask my hoe, I done fell in love with Adderall
Ain't no tweetin', ain't no post, get a foreign car (skrrt)
Treat my bitch like a ghost, yeah, I'm toxic, huh (toxic, haha)
Yeah, she loyal, then that throat'll need an Audemars
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Writer: Stokeley Clevon Goulbourne Jr., Nayvadius DeMun Cash
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.



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