Full Moon lyrics

[Intro: f*ckboy Tay & Ski Mask the Slump God]
DJ Mooskie on the track!
Yeah, yeah (Mm)
Tay, Ski Mask, you already know what it is (Ski, Ski, Ski)
Shoot up the whole track boy, f*ck you mean? Yeah

[Hook: f*ckboy Tay]
Damn, okay, it's lit, lets get it
Damn, okay, it's lit, lets get it
Damn, okay, it's lit, lets get it
Damn, okay, it's lit, lets get it

[Verse 1: f*ckboy Tay]
Sippin' so much ima p*ss on the b*tch
Talking 'bout henny i just drank the fifth
Talking a pill then I'm pleading the fifth
When I feel like getting lips on my di*k
I'ma tell her pull up, hop in the whip
Faded, I'm faded, I'm off of the sh*ts
Hitting the split, then I look at my wrists
Dunkin' donuts, how I'm whippin' the brick
Don't mention that b*tch, cause I follow that b*tch
Always food, on my plate
Take your b*tch, on a date
Put my kids, on her face
n*ggas sayin', that they maimin'
You ain't maimin', I been patient
I want, all these n*ggas hatin'
Cause I got, b*tches waitin'
[Bridge: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Andale, andale, andale
I like to count up the Kennedy
I ran up to stack the money
Give me that money, I flip it
Andale, andale, andale
I like to count up the Kennedy
I ran up to stack the money
Give me that money, I flip it
Wrist on, tilt, Ice on, tilt
b*tch on, milk, Clip on, stilt
Wrist on, tilt, Ice on, tilt
b*tch on, milk, Clip on, stilt

[Verse 2: Ski Mask The Slump God]
Guns, no Tony
Ride your girl just like a pony
If you want war, then I'm Kony
Sending shots, you shoulda told me
(Pew pew pew, pew pew pew, pew)
Pistol louder, call it Sony
Stone his b*tch, I had a rollie
pus*y sound like Macaroni
Stack that pus*y in a bed
I am a killer, don't test me
She wanna suck it, no candy
Made that b*tch mad like he Bendy
Moss his b*tch up like I'm Randy
Molly like cheeks cause it's Sandy
Talking 'bout tools, b*tch I'm handy
Taking your white girl like Annie
[Hook: f*ckboy Tay]
Damn, ok, it's lit, lets get it
Damn, ok, it's lit, lets get it
Damn, ok, it's lit, lets get it
Damn, ok, it's lit, lets get it

[Verse 3: f*ckboy Tay]
Xans for the 7, I'm lookin, plug on hold with the sh*t
Quarterback, how I pitch it with precision
Chickens I was whippin' in the kitchen
In the trap, had to get it while I'm fillin', ayy
When I'm in London, fish and chips
Yo girl naked cooking grits, 360 on my di*k
360 with the wrist, flip, flip, flip, flip, flip
Carpet up, bullet take a trip
This b*tch wanna f*ck me
Told that b*tch to give me money
f*ck and nutted on her tummy
Then I jet in that b*tch
I got all these n*ggas hatin'
I got all these b*tches waitin'
I've just been very patient
At these hoes on my di*k