Tuk-Tuk Lyrics by Ski Mask the Slump God
Yo, get lost, baby, in the sauce, maybe
With the shit, with the stick like lacrosse, baby
Got shit backwards like the jeans on Criss Cross, maybe
Shake the salt shaker, I’m a risk taker
I’m a Jedi with a saber and a clean taper
I pull up, left my balls hanging, yeah
I don’t twist fingers, not a gang banger
You the type to pull up and just tell a tall fable
I make the work look like the cow, the way it moo
I bet you get that pack and don’t know what to do
I said I’m feeling like Nutella ’cause I’m smooth
I said I’m feeling like I’m Stella, got the groove
I can chop or sushi shop a goddamn enemy
Take one good look at me, tell a different entity
Drop the top up on it, feeling like a Kennedy
Threw some rocks up on it, Thanos what they calling me
Yeah, okay, that’s because it’s true
Different dimension, I be on some shit
Soul ascension, yaba-daba-doo, forgot to mention
I be with the crew that chase the monsters and shit
Yeah, what you wanna do?
Fucked up on the moon
I been on a mission, get into them pantaloons
With the crusty crew, secret formulas
Check the thermometer, yeah
Okay, hot, they pissed me off, I’m in this bitch like bombaclot
Chasing them with that red dot just like a cat
Still know some niggas serving just like Dippin’ Dots
I had to pull up to Thailand to get the baht
I’m in a tuk-tuk, had to make a stop
Not for a lot, Megamind, I had to plot
Pocket knots, wrist watered like a crop, yeah
They ain’t fucking with the kid, can kick rocks
Need to get that out they system, detox
Before I make the nine start to beat box
Rocking Gucci socks with the damn Crocs
Playing sudoku with your bitch at Ermitage
I’m a charger like I’m driving in a Dodge
They can’t see me like I’m wearing camouflage
It’s ’bout that time, I ain’t gotta check the watch, yeah
Cut ’em up, botched him, no surgery
Eliminate my competition, I’m purging
How important is that to me? It’s urgent
Can’t be out here making moves without a purpose
Still be cleanest in this bitch like got detergent
Adventure time, I took your bitch on an excursion
Having motion, I can’t change, I got inertia
Every time you ask a question ’bout me personally
Okay, hot, they pissed me off, I’m in this bitch like bombaclot
Chasing them with that red dot just like a cat
Still know some niggas serving just like Dippin’ Dots
I had to pull up to Thailand to get the baht
I’m in a tuk-tuk, had to make a stop
Not for a lot, Megamind, I had to plot
Pocket knots, wrist watered like a crop, yeah