Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fire Hazard, artist - Ski Mask The Slump God.
Date of issue: 24.06.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Fire Hazard |
Yuh, yuh, huh, yuh |
Slice made a Bitcoin type beat |
Bitch, energy for days, you lil' bastards (Ayy) |
Like I popped the bean, but bitch, I’m not Mr. Bombastic (Ayy-ayy, ayy-ayy) |
She got Fabuloso, making my wood smell fantastic |
On my Raven Simone, I see the future, you lil' nasties |
Huh, yuh, huh, huh, smell it through the plastic |
Fire hazard, diesel leak, I might need a napkin |
Problematic, we subtract 'em, turn 'em to a fraction (Yuh, yuh, yuh, yuh) |
We love static (Yuh), we just like the TVs in the attic (Yuh, yuh, hm-hm) |
Truer story never told (Whoo), 'cause they want my gold (Uh-uh-uh-uh) |
Then they want my soul (Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah) |
Bitch, I’m always in the house (Yup, yup, in here, woo) |
And I call my wrist Klaus 'cause it’s in a fishbowl (Hm-hm, hm-hm, American Dad) |
That’s that H2O, but my green like pesto |
Or like Geico gecko (Hm-hm-hm-hm) |
Playin' with the kitty, PETCO |
Mayor of the city, Doug Dimmadome |
Bulldogs on me, bitch, I’m bad to the bone (Huh-huh-huh-huh) |
Hide my money with a mattress |
'Cause my skin molasses, I can’t trust none of these fascists (Huh-huh-huh) |
We gon' serve 'em with the taxes |
And, like Lava Girl, that firearm what gon' protect us (Huh-huh-huh-huh) |
Crack his egg, nigga, breakfast |
And I had a dream about it, Martin Luther King lecture |
Possess all the strength for victory over oppression |
It could go down in four ways, bitch, mind the intersection (Mm, mmm) |
Truer story never told (Whoo), 'cause they want my gold (Uh-uh-uh-uh) |
Then they want my soul (Uh-uh-uh-uh, yeah) |
Bitch, I’m always in the house (Yup, yup, in here, woo) |
And I call my wrist Klaus 'cause it’s in a fishbowl (Hm-hm, hm-hm, American Dad) |
That’s that H2O, but my green like pesto |
Or like Geico gecko (Hm-hm-hm-hm) |
Playin' with the kitty, PETCO |
Mayor of the city, Doug Dimmadome |
Bulldogs on me, bitch, I’m bad to the bone (Huh-huh-huh-huh) |