Your Stepdad, Ace_Santana02 - SKI-MASK lyrics
[Your Stepdad, Ace_Santana02 - SKI-MASK lyrics]
Frrah, frrah, frrah
(Man, let me talk to 'em
Real quick, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Two new bad bitches, uh
They tryna fuck on me
We can't have this room to bitches
I just fuck only
We can't have that shit with bitches
I count bucks only
Big Backwoods in this car
You smoke dust only
Fuck a Backwood, fuck a joint
I like Dutches only (Bitch)
I'm a skinny nigga, fuck a gym
I do crunches only
It's a skinny bitch from my
(Uh, get it right, nigga)
It's a skinny bitch on my dick
She eating lunch only
Alcoholic bitch, she got the 'Migos
I got punch only
Had to tell my brother chill
'cause I punch homies (Ayy)
I made a salary last week
You gotta punch a job
Got some working niggas that'll flip
You like they Builder Bob
Got some crazy niggas, uh
They'll murder moms (Ayy)
I'm with five thots, goofing in a hotbox
Dipping in her hot box (Ahh, okay, okay)
Ayy, I put my pipe up in her
Now that bitch a Glock box
Ain't no wife up in her
Told that bitch to hopscotch
Uh, I told that bitch to bounce (Bounce)
You can't get a gram
You can't get an ounce
Shorty, you a fan, you is not a spouse (Nope)
Told the bitch to scram, scurry out my house
Told her to scurry up out my
House like a mo'fucking mouse
You can't get up in this crib, bitch
What's that, chief?
(Man, let me talk to 'em
Real quick, ayy, ayy, ayy)
Two new bad bitches, uh
They tryna fuck on me
We can't have this room to bitches
I just fuck only
We can't have that shit with bitches
I count bucks only
Big Backwoods in this car
You smoke dust only
Fuck a Backwood, fuck a joint
I like Dutches only (Bitch)
I'm a skinny nigga, fuck a gym
I do crunches only
It's a skinny bitch from my
(Uh, get it right, nigga)
It's a skinny bitch on my dick
She eating lunch only
Alcoholic bitch, she got the 'Migos
I got punch only
Had to tell my brother chill
'cause I punch homies (Ayy)
I made a salary last week
You gotta punch a job
Got some working niggas that'll flip
You like they Builder Bob
Got some crazy niggas, uh
They'll murder moms (Ayy)
I'm with five thots, goofing in a hotbox
Dipping in her hot box (Ahh, okay, okay)
Ayy, I put my pipe up in her
Now that bitch a Glock box
Ain't no wife up in her
Told that bitch to hopscotch
Uh, I told that bitch to bounce (Bounce)
You can't get a gram
You can't get an ounce
Shorty, you a fan, you is not a spouse (Nope)
Told the bitch to scram, scurry out my house
Told her to scurry up out my
House like a mo'fucking mouse
You can't get up in this crib, bitch
What's that, chief?