Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Burn The Hoods , by - Ski Mask The Slump God. Release date: 23.07.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Burn The Hoods |
| Yeah, yuh |
| Bitch |
| Kio, Kio |
| Uh, uh |
| If you fuck with me, he pushin' pedals |
| Somewhere in a meadow, six feet under is his new level |
| I am considered a rebel 'cause I never settle |
| Ah, pshht, 'cause I’m hot like a kettle |
| Your bitch is a rental, I had to pay incidentals |
| And they act funny, Jay Leno |
| Twisted my metal, now they actin' shaky like treble |
| These niggas food like kibble (Um) |
| It’s up like ice in a cup (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) |
| Said, «Fuck, my president, Donald Trump"(Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) |
| Life Alert, I’m stuck off the Perc', I can’t get up (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) |
| I call them underwear 'cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts (Get, get, get, |
| get) |
| America sucks, U.S.A. for me mean us and don’t touch (Uh-huh) |
| Like Big Time Rush, we four deep in the Jeep seats made out of crocodile nuts |
| In God we trust, Starsky, Hutch (Hutch) |
| Seein' police, then a nigga gotta duck (Duck) |
| Said, «I'm skatin' on thin ice with no puck"(Yeah, yeah) |
| Ain’t that funny? |
| 'Cause a nigga don’t give no fucks |
| (Yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah) |
| Okay, this ain’t even verse two but they still tryna figure me out |
| Scooby Doo, uh-huh |
| But I’m a mystery, I left a Blue’s Clue, uh-huh |
| She kissin' on me like I got a boo boo, uh-huh (Boo boo) |
| With a thick bitch at a picnic (Haha) |
| I ain’t pack no food, just a bottle of the goop |
| My weed has the stench of platypus poop |
| Or better yet, Captain Sparrow black boots (Ayy, ayy) |
| Know your nigga got a sweet tooth, Augustus Gloop (Ayy, ayy) |
| Givin' his bitch wood, no Groot, uh-huh (Ayy, ayy) |
| Inspector Gadget-style trench coat with Burberry print on the rope, ah, ah |
| (With the Burberry print) |
| Ratatouille how I’m cookin' with the sauce, they want |
| Hit the motherfucker with the rope-a-dope |
| (Hit the motherfucker with the rope-a-dope) |
| My wrist on ice-atope (Wrist on ice-atope) |
| I need a minute, let me light my Pope (Um) |
| It’s up like ice in a cup (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) |
| Said, «Fuck, my president, Donald Trump"(Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) |
| Life Alert, I’m stuck off the Perc', I can’t get up (Yeah-yeah, yeah, woo-ah) |
| I call them underwear 'cause they can’t seem to get off my nuts |
| I left my home (I left my home) |
| To join the Army (To join the Army) |
| I left my home (I left my home) |
| To join the Army (To join the Army) |
| Arms |
| Uh, Attila the Hun |
| I think that that boy about to kill with a gun |
| Lyrical redrum in that bit' like a lung |
| Fifty percentage, I’m not even in my final form |
| I’m in an oasis and I been on my Osmosis Jones |
| I was countin' bluefaces and also keep away all you germs |
| Hood nigga basis, a friendly face turns stern |
| Cancel trip on 'em, I whip 'em more than kids in a dorm, huh |
| (Lucky Charms come with the damn gold belt buckle, and it made me chuckle) |