DJ Scheme, Ski Mask The Slump God, Danny Towers And Lil Yatchy Lyrics
Read the most accurate lyrics to ‘E ER’ by DJ Scheme and Ski Mask The Slump god, featuring Danny Towers and Lil Yatchy. E ER was released in 2020, as the fourth track on DJ Scheme’s “FAMILY” album, E ER was co-produced by DJ Scheme and Slice.
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DJ Scheme, Ski Mask The Slump god, Danny Towers & Lil Yatchy – E ER Lyrics
Intro
Y’all rocking with DJ Scheme, lil’ bitch
Verse 1: Ski Mask the Slump god
I’m sipping tea, beat what I eat
Kicked up the feet, no Assassin’s Creed
Float like a butterfly, sting like a bee
Good reflexes like you knocked at the knee
Accept defeat, you, I delete
My boots from Greece made with feathers from geese
Counting loose leaf with the face of deceased
Count up the bread, count up the yeast
This is for my nemesis, rival
If you pull up, then you’re dеad on arrival
We gon’ cross him like the symbol on a Biblе
Call him Spongebob ’cause he moving life without a spinal, huh
Never not woke, my gland pineal
On the patio fucking Princess’s peach, Mario
Yellow Louis V overalls on me, look like Wario
On the mic, I’m an animal, hit the cardio through audio
Chorus: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump god
If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)
Smoking on tree, hashish (Yow)
She said, “No, don’t leave” (What’s this, what’s this?)
Baby, I’m oh-so green (What’s that shit ’cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don’t get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin’ on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)
Interlude: Ski Mask the Slump god
Fuck you mean? (Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup)
Huh, oh, I’m ready (Haha)
Yuh (Oh, shit), yuh
Verse 2: Ski Mask the Slump god
I’m in the land of the lost, now I’m chill, Jack Frost
Yeah, my conscience like Constantine, that hot sauce
Jack Skellington limbs ’cause I’m known to pop off
And I’m one with the force, so this saber is my sword
Verse 3: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump god
Got the dick tucked in like RuPaul
Two bananas and a boat in the U-Haul (Huh)
And the dope look sick like Wuhan
‘Nother brick coming in from Tucson (Racks)
I was too piffed up when a nigga walked in
I was serving up bricks at a low end (White)
I got too much boof stuffed in my pants (Huh, huh, huh, huh-huh-huh)
I could probably fuck around, build a snowman (Huh-huh-huh, huh-huh-huh)
And the stone on me, stay chilling with your bitch
It’s for him and her like Rosanne
‘Cause this shit go down when a nigga get wet
Should’ve never put your life in a ho hands
Chorus: Danny Towers & Ski Mask the Slump god
If you want beef, capisce (Hahaha)
Smoking on tree, hashish (Yow)
She said, “No, don’t leave” (What’s this, what’s this?)
Baby, I’m oh-so green (What’s that shit ’cause it better not be)
We got Dracs, sticks, all type of blicks (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Blood on my back, don’t get caught in a blitz (Ooh-ooh-eeh-eeh, ooh-ooh-eeh)
Chopsticks, got me a pick (Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh)
Steppin’ on shit, put my foot in a brick (Eeh)
Verse 4: Lil Yachty
Kick a bitch to the curb if she don’t speak with manners (Hee, hee)
My house sit alone behind gates, bought a manor (Hee, hee)
My new hoes look whiter than Carlos Santana (Hee, hee)
My bitch from the hood, mamas hustled on Candler (Hee, go)
Old-school from the seventies
Could’ve been dropped out the first time I signed, free my boy
That was English like city of Oxford
Just finessed some pussy, I need me an Oscar
I thought I want kids till I sat by a toddler
Recorded two hits in one hour at Doppler (Two)
I walk in my house naked holding my chopper (Frrt)
We do the same shit, we change names just like soccer
My jewelry box looking like Davy Jones’ locker
I want Addison Rae to become my doctor and check on my privates (Woo)
Put her in a skirt and a scarf like a pilot
He didn’t make it past the first clip like a pilot (Frrt)
I’m sick, I need medicine before I riot
My bitch pussy sweet, it help with my diet
Can’t go off the label, boy, I gotta eye it
I gotta smell, I gotta taste it
Outro: Ski Mask The Slump god & Lil Yachty
Haha, hahaha, yaow, frrt (On God, slatt)
What’s this, what’s this?
What’s that shit ’cause it better not be (Brr)
Eeh-eeh, (Boat) eeh-eeh, eeh (Go)
Eeh-eeh, eeh-eeh, eeh (Slatt, damn)
Yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup, yup
Hahaha, oh shit
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