WOCKHARDT Lyrics – Ski Mask the Slump God

WOCKHARDT Lyrics by Ski Mask the Slump God

CB on the beat
Uh, Jetski, brr
Huh?
You rappers [?] b*t*hes with a thick body (Huh?)

Baby mama number 1 and number 2 (Ooh)
Ridin’ ’round rodeo, that’s a 104 to choose ([?])
I’m pourin’ up 3’s, no way, pourin’ 2’s (No)
Have you ever sipped the whole pint in 1 night? (Huh?)

Have you ever been servin’ [?] and [?] the [?]? (Uh)
Have you ever smoked the whole [?]? (Have you?)
Blow a brain, [?], I wanna [?] (Pow-pow)
Have you ordered 20 sandwiches from Popeyes? (Huh?)

I got a Mexican b*t*h drinkin’ peroxide (Wow)
If I OD on Wockhardt, just let me die (Yeah)
I catch a body, cut my hair and I go to Dubai (To Dubai)
Huh? You thought I was finished?

The homie caught a body and it ain’t no witness (Uh-uh)
Threw a pint the ocean while my neighbor was fishin’
Learned a lot from my cousin from bein’ in the kitchen, I whip it
Now I’m sellin’ bricks to the damn witness

I beat a n***a up, he used to play for The Pistons (Yeah)
When you on drugs you make better decisions (Ooh)
Hold up, let the beat drop (Brr)
I just sold your lil’ brother re-rock (Aye)

I got a Canadian b*t*h named Tanika (Huh?)
All she do is suck d**k and smoke reefer (Smoke reefer)
They say I’m disrespectful
I got 80 pointers sittin’ on my belly (On my belly)

I’m ridin’ on for the pu**y, you gon’ [?]
Tell the promoter I’m gettin’ late, don’t book me (Don’t book)
So I started thinkin’
I got a lot of b*t*hes, I’m lost countin’ these b*t*hes

My man, I sold a whole brick to a midget
Better start sellin’ crack, start your own business (Huh?)
4 to 7, I’m faded as f**k
F**k around, go rob a Brinks truck (Brinks truck)

I robbed your baby mama in a Toys “R” Us (Uh)
And I put some Forgiato’s on a short bus (Vroom)
Had to make a quick stop at Wingstop (Wingstop)
[?], I’m a rockstar (Aye)

I met this 1 b*t*h the other day with 3 felonies (Woah)
You got a threesome in France like she was on esctasy (Uh)
If I don’t like the engineer, shoot him with the tier
I done came in the studio, b*t*h, I’m out of here (I’m out of here)

And I ain’t payin’ for no pu**y, b*t*h, get out of here
She gotta teach me doin’ Xan’s, why I’m drinkin’ beer? (Ahh)
Hold up, I’m finna call the ambulance
I called the plug by mistake, they don’t mad at me (Brr)

I got spliff in my pints, use that at me (Huh?)
Baby, suck this d**k, I made it to a rap page
I got a pint of red in my vest and my pockets big
Boy, your Rollie face f**ked, I heard it tock and tick

.30 in this Glock, the only time you catch me poppin’ sh*t
AK’s, the fire blast off like a rocketship
Red pints everyday, I’m on some other sh*t
My fat b*t*h is tough and she can took a f**kin’ risin’ clip

Now there’s 20’s on me right now, this b*t*h eyes is big
If you ain’t almost overdosed on drank, you ain’t sippin’ it right
If you ain’t spend 10 bands in one day, you ain’t livin’ right
How you GD but ain’t got bloods? You ain’t crippin’ right

Your b*t*h sellin’ pu**y but stay broke, you ain’t dippin’ right
I’m a 810 baby, yeah, the dirty water
I put my drank in Aquafina, I drink dirty water
Street n***a, I bust a n***a head for 30 dollars

Give a f**k [?], when I die [?] purple flowers
I told Pump [?], he was down for it
My b*t*h threw my drank in the pool, I almost drown for it
I don’t want the b*t*h, her #ss [?] in the [?]

You wanna buy this [?]? I need your #ss get a [?]
Yeah, I’m overtaxin’
Hit a fat b*t*h with a trap and pop the blue [?]
Just signed a deal, sacrificed my opps, how about [?] rappin’?

I need your rap bein’ on top, boy, you overcappin’
Damn, you lie too much
You [?] my shoes [?], I need a [?]
[?], look

Spin the Hellcat a hundred times, f**k the tires up
I love smellin’ [?]
How you sellin’ dope and always broke? You a [?] hustler
I kill ’em on the Saturday night, go to church Sunday

In the club Friday, ayy, for real, b*t*h, I work in London
I need it secondary
[?], boy, you only [?] in February
You tryna drink a lot of red today, I need that [?]

I said I’m gon’ be rich and then it happened, I’m a fortune teller
Ayy, Jeffery, where you at? I need a refill
I shoot you up close in your sleep and make your dream spill
Now I got blood on my new Chanel’s

F**k around and got my shirt dirty, but I’m clean still
W-O-C-K-H-A-R-D-T, I could drink an 8 straight
Now I drink so much drank, it got me gainin’ weight
Blaze a n***a blunt and 224 b*t*hes tryin’ to date

You can’t find me, I been in my #ss like babyface
Bust a n***a granny, daughter face with a baby Drac’
Tell your mama call her sister, make sure auntie straight
Me and Pump, we could’ve been shoulda seen [?] face

Rio, n***a (Ahh)
No hook 1
Ooh, Jetski
Yeah, yeah

Ahh
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Ski Mask the Slump God Lyrics – WOCKHARDT

Ski Mask the Slump God

WOCKHARDT