SkiSki lyrics
by Ruben Slikk
[Chorus: KirbLaGoop]
Hit ya block then I wet it up with a choppa
Swear to god then I f*ck ya bop
Left hand cooking check my wrist
On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks
Hit ya block then I wet it up with a choppa
Swear to god then I f*ck ya bop
Left hand cooking check my wrist
On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks
[Verse 1: KirbLaGoop]
I tote 5, I tote 5
It's always on my side, if I'm slippin' I might die (I ain't gon' die)
Dont ask me why I ride (Do not)
Dont ask me why I ride (b*tch)
Why everybody so pie and pus*y, that life they live is a lie (pus*y)
Why they sayin' he jugg
Ima take them hostage (Ima take yo' ass hostage)
My down south trenches got a up north b*tch that stay in Boston
Thats how I go
Been out here servin' dope, f*ckin' yo' hoe throat, been robbin' (Been robbin')
He been cookin' A1, whippin' in the kitchen (A1)
No keys in the charger, just a flathead for the ignition (A stolen car)
Don't speak without permission (Hell no)
Hoe, watch yo' mouth (Better watch yo' mouth b*tch)
Tuck my 40, roll my weed, serve my ounce
Respect KirbLaGoop
{?} but first you gotta call yo' friends (Call yo' friends)
So I can get to you friends and get more friends and make my ends (Ima f*ck all 'em hoes)
I f*cked yo' hoe, well i ain't gon {?} (I'm not sorry)
She like the way I plug walk, Yves Saint Laurent
[Chorus: KirbLaGoop]
Hit ya block then I wet it up with a choppa
Swear to god then I f*ck ya bop
Left hand cooking check my wrist
On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks
[Verse 2: Ruben Slikk]
Hop the counter and take everything in sight
Being broke is something that I really don't like
Seek the chances, late night lurking with a pipe
Spit in n*ggas faces right in front of they f*cking wife
I was in the stolen, f*ckin' kill em with my knife
Stop wastin time my n*gga, I love my f*ckin' life
b*tches payin' me to be my f*cking wife
They love that I'm polygamist and beat the pus*y right
I tell my b*tch to whip that b*tch to keep that hoe in line
No contact {?} pimpin', grab you when you stay behind
And everybody snitchin' on me, man, it's f*ck the 12
And f*ck the 5-0, n*gga, I got H mobb clientele
Quarter backin', no jaw jackin', H mobb packin', I'm straight jibbin'
Pimp sh*t stuck to the strip, it's still f*ck a b*tch and mothaf*ck a prison
Bean with the new {?}, xans with the new hoes
Ima just f*ck all 'em hoes to sleep
Trappin' like a Jim Bob
Packin' like a straight drop
Ima ship my own sh*t to me AH