Tag: Diddy Bop


Ski Mask The Slump God – Van w/ No Roof Lyrics




[Hook x2]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Inter]
Feel me up, turn me up
DjCreativeMind
Ski Mask in the fuckin’ building
Bring that shit back
Ay, ay, ayy
My boof like a roof
My boof like a roof

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof

[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Verse: The48Lord]
She looks like a goose, [?]
I move like a moose, and I pour out the goose
I am a winner, that mean people lose
Wake up in the morning, what jewel do I choose
[?]
You living the life, just to get some more views
[?] profit, I hang around jewelers
I alakazam, I leave bitches confused

[Verse: DirtyFaceSmook]
They callin’ me dirty [?]
The choppa, he [?] the Milly Rock
The Glock he make you do the Diddy Bop
My face on yo’ bitch with her titties out
The others who know I ain’t bluffin
You bitches is crusty, disgustin’
At least you shit for some money
My [?], my diamonds aquatic
[?]
[?]

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
Hmm
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof

[Verse 2: DirtyFaceSmook]
Why you hatin’ from the nose bleeds
Fuck around, I’m pourin’ in my codeine
Fuck around, I put [?] her ovaries
She a lucky lil bitch, like a [?]
Boy I told you to stick to the plan
You did not listen and I am the man
[?] the bands
My diamonds, they dance
Like Usher, they dance

[Verse 3]
Niggas never ran through a lobby
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Shit I used to do for a hobby (yeah!)
Right now parkin’ my new ‘Rari
Yeah I prolly just met at the party
Bitch [?] in dead
[?] get you some bread
Bitch I [?] get some head
[?] feds (ayyy!)

[Chorus]
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] off with the tool
Scope on the pole make ’em snooze
Slide in the van wit’ no roof
My boof [?] like a roof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof
[?] like a roof, got me high like a roof
Got her loose off the goose, cuz she just hit the boof




6ix9ine – Keke (feat. Fetty Wap & A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie)




[Intro: 6ix9ine]
Scum Gang!

[Chorus: 6ix9ine]
I be on the block on the regular
With my niggas busting at the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick, giving top, on the regular
Catch me water whipping straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know I run up with the shit on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine with the nine, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Niggas want war yeah, kick the door yeah
Niggas want the sauce, yeah, shake ’em off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bussin’ juggs yeah
Rollin’ through the city, yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want that bitch back, I don’t chit-chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, Imma block boy
Roll up to the block, make him Diddy Bop nigga

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be busting at the opps, on the regular
Nigga we be ducking from the cops, on the regular
Bitches sucking dick and giving top, on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if you schemin’ for my spot it ain’t regular
Someone be controllin’ from the top on the regular
You can get the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Nigga with me ready to die on the regular
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
Pull up to the door yeah, get on the floor yeah
Pull up, we gon’ shoot, checkin’ out the store yeah
Different colored coupes, money on the floor yeah
And I got the juice, drippin’, drippin’ sauce, yeah
And they know what we’re all about
[?] drip ’til we stop
Let a nigga drip in his socks
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
Fuck it up, I fuck it up, hum yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot, hum yeah
I hit it on the tour bus, hum yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, ooh yeah
I told my .38 "I love you,"
That my baby, when I pull up she pull up, too
See the, Hermes on the buckle ooh, then I
Light a band, on the duffle ooh yeah
Leave ’em wetter, make it rain, nigga
Put the thirty to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga, uh
I run around with the same niggas
Same niggas that’ll take a nigga chain, nigga


6ix9ine – KeKe (Revised) Lyrics


[Intro:6ix9ine]
Scum Gang

[Hook: 6ix9ine]
I’ll be on the block on the regular
With my niggas bustin’ at the cops, on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick, givin’ top, on the regular
Catch me water whippin’, straight drop, on the regular
Yeah you know, I’ll run off with the shit, on the regular
Bare faced, I’ma hit a lick, on the regular
Posted with the drop, gun cocked, on the regular

[Verse 1: 6ix9ine]
Yeah I’m 6ix9ine, with the .9, on thei regular
Niggas want war yeah, kickin’ doors yeah
Niggas want the sauce yeah, shake em’ off yeah
I’m still in the hood yeah, bustin’ drugs yeah
Rollin’ through the city yeah, with my niggas yeah
Niggas want their bitch back, I don’t chit chat
Rubber band, click clack, blow your shit back
Baby I ain’t a hot boy, i’ma block boy
Double to your Glock, make him Diddy Bop boy

[Verse 2: Fetty Wap]
Nigga we be bustin up the ops on the regular
Nigga we be duckin’ from the cops on the regular
Bitches suckin’ dick and givin’ top on the regular
Shit that’s on my wrist, it cost a lot, it ain’t regular
Nigga if its comin’ from my spot, it ain’t regular
Stand my rules, it is on a different side, it ain’t regular
You can take the money when you die, it ain’t regular
Niggas with me really ready to die, on the regular
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah
Pull up to his door, yeah get on the floor yeah
Pull up we gon’ shoot, go check out the score yeah
Different color coupes, money on our floor yeah
They know I got jewels, drippin’ drippin’ sauce yeah, ay
They know I’ma ball like a boss
Boutta’ take a trip to the stores
Let a nigga trip in the zone
Makin’ money flip for the mob

[Verse 3: A Boogie Wit Da Hoodie]
I fuck it up, I fuck it up, mm yeah
Smack a lot, I smack a lot
I hit on the tour bus, Ooh yeah
If I’m a player, you a slut, Ooh yeah
I told my .38, I love you
That’s my baby, when I pull up, she pull up too
See the, Hermès on the bump, Ooh
In the, lotta’ bag, in duffel, yeah
Leave him wetter, let it rain nigga
Put a .30 to your motherfuckin’ brain nigga
I’m runnin round with the same niggas
Same niggas that will take a nigga chain nigga