NO DISCUSSIONS lyrics

by

Ski Mask the Slump God


[Intro: Sway Gold]
Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy

[Chorus: Sway Gold]
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
She on her knees, tryna charge me a fee
So I told that b*tch, "please"
She could hop on this meat
100 degrees when I hop on the beat
I'm a p-i-m-p so she didn't charge me, ayy
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
If she suckin' this di*k I ain't kissin' those lips
When she ain't gettin' di*k, I'm slitting her wrist
Like a Krabby Patty how I'm flippin' yo' b*tch
Get yo' girl moanin', that's how I drop a diss, ayy
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
She on her knees, tryna charge me a fee
So I told that b*tch, "please"
She could hop on this meat
100 degrees when I hop on the beat
I'm a p-i-m-p so she didn't charge me, ayy
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
If she suckin' this di*k I ain't kissin' those lips
When she ain't gettin' di*k, I'm slitting her wrist
Like a Krabby Patty how I'm flippin' yo' b*tch
Get yo' girl moanin', that's how I drop a diss, ayy
[Verse 1: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Pew pew, pew, pew, pew
Hahaha, ayy, Ski, b*tch
My b*tch, splash, ayy
Fendi, dash, ayy
Tokyo, okay
b*tches on my di*k, okay
Damn my b*tch look p*ssed, okay
Tell my wrist to sit, okay
My wrist threw a fit, okay
Wrist, whip, chain, p*ss
Skin tone gold like she keepin' no lint
And she give me face like mace, no drink
Gump, Forrest in that pus*y, I'm slump
b*tch suck all my energy, tired to even c*m
And then he bust his guts like Nick Cannon on a drum
Pum, pum, pew, pew
Cash, blue, hunnids, eww
Beam me up, Scotty, hey
Beam me up, Scotty, hey
Beam me up, Scotty, hey
Beam me up, okay
Ándale, I can't wait
Pull up on a pus*y like, ayy, ayy
b*tches quick, my b*tch p*ssed
Till I give her di*k she like, yay, yay
Worried 'bout me, n*gga yo' b*tch mine
And I'm on her ass like the true religious sign
Probably sign yo' b*tch if you come here actin' kind
Look at my wrist, Ed Hardy for the time
[Chorus: Sway Gold]
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
She on her knees, tryna charge me a fee
So I told that b*tch, "please"
She could hop on this meat
100 degrees when I hop on the beat
I'm a p-i-m-p so she didn't charge me, ayy
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
If she suckin' this di*k I ain't kissin' those lips
When she ain't gettin' di*k, I'm slitting her wrist
Like a Krabby Patty how I'm flippin' yo' b*tch
Get yo' girl moanin', that's how I drop a diss, ayy

[Verse 2: Sway Gold]
Ooh, I'm passin' a b*tch
My n*ggas gon' train it, we call it assist
It was easy as learning my ABCs
When I gave her the D, I'm puffin' on that E
She kept on suckin' while I went to sleep
I told her, "my c*m is good for your teeth"
I'm pokin', I'm strokin' all over your sheets
Left her tonsils soakin', didn't eat for a week
Put my di*k in her mouth 'cause that b*tch a liar
I'm dodgin' 12 on a 95
I told her, "lil mama, don't suck and drive"
Fall in love with a b*tch, that's a homicide
Fell asleep in the pus*y, that's suicide
Told her make me a sandwich then suck my dry
Semen same color as McDonald's fries
pus*y sweet as grandma's apple pie
My di*k the same color as my leather seats
My b*tch the same color as my f*ckin' wrist
My wrist the same color as a sunny day
With yo' b*tch and it's whatever Simon say
f*ck with me, you better start to dig yo' grave
In the studio like I'm at a parade
She said, "um I gotta go to n*gga sway"
She paint me a belly to c*m on her face
Ski Mask just gave me the keys to the cut
He's Slump God, he got all these sl*ts tryna f*ck
I'm a breadwinner, f*ck Oscar Mayer's
Only selling drugs and I got more buyers
Finger painting in that pus*y, soaking wet
When I hop on the beat, dream about me
She drown in the sleep
I go straight to her booty when she eats
Only thing I hate is when she f*cking speaks
[Chorus: Sway Gold]
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
She on her knees, tryna charge me a fee
So I told that b*tch, "please"
She could hop on this meat
100 degrees when I hop on the beat
I'm a p-i-m-p so she didn't charge me, ayy
Hoe f*ck what you sayin'
You need to start prayin'
When this di*k go in yo' mouth
I get to bustin', no discussions
If she suckin' this di*k I ain't kissin' those lips
When she ain't gettin' di*k, I'm slitting her wrist
Like a Krabby Patty how I'm flippin' yo' b*tch
Get yo' girl moanin', that's how I drop a diss, ayy
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