SkiSki

Lyrics

[Chorus: KirbLaGoop] Hit ya block then wet it up with a choppa Swear to god then I fuck ya bop Left hand cooking check my wrist On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks Hit ya block then wet it up with a choppa Swear to god then I fuck ya bop Left hand cooking check my wrist On the stove with my mask, whippin' bricks [Verse 1: KirbLaGoop] I tote fire, I tote fire 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 (Bitch) Why everybody so pie and pussy, that life they live is a lie (Pussy) Why they sayin' he jugg Ima take them hostage (Ima take yo' ass hostage) My down south trenches got a up north bitch that stay in Boston Thats how I go Been out here servin' dope, fuckin' 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 bitch) 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 fuck all 'em hoes) I fucked 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 wet it up with a choppa Swear to god then I fuck 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 niggas faces right in front of they fucking wife I was in the stolen, fuckin' kill em with my knife Stop wastin time my nigga, I love my fuckin' life Bitches payin' me to be my fucking wife They love that I'm polygamist and beat the pussy right I tell my bitch to whip that bitch to keep that hoe in line No contact {?} pimpin', grab you when you stay behind And everybody snitchin' on me, man, it's fuck the 12 And fuck the 5-0, nigga, I got H mobb clientele Quarter backin', no jaw jackin', H mobb packin', I'm straight jibbin' Pimp shit stuck to the strip, it's still fuck a bitch and mothafuck a prison Bean with the new {?}, xans with the new hoes Ima just fuck all 'em hoes to sleep Trappin' like a Jim Bob Packin' like a straight drop Ima ship my own shit to me AH