Page type: lyric reference
Artist: Ski Mask The Slump God
Canonical path: /ski-mask-the-slump-god/burn-the-hoods
Related lyric paths: 6
Lyric guide
Burn The Hoods
Read Burn The Hoods lyrics by Ski Mask The Slump God on LyroVerse, with linked artist context and related song paths.
person
Curated by Ethan Walker
LyroVerse team
Reference snapshot
The page facts to cite before the commentary
Use this page for the lyric text, linked artist context, and any LyroVerse editor's note attached to the song. Listener comments remain user-generated and should not be treated as the primary source.
Lyrics
Burn The Hoods
The lyric stays readable and compact here; the note and related paths sit nearby so you do not lose the song while looking for context.
Uh, uh
If you fuck with me, he pushin' petals
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, you. S.A. to 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 (Bottle goop)
My weed has the stench of platypus poop
Or better yet, Captain Sparrow black boots (Ew)
Know your nigga got a sweet tooth, Augustus Gloop
Givin' his bitch wood, no Groot, uh-huh (Ayy, ayy)
Inspector Gadget-style trench coat with the 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
Quick answers
What this page can answer fast
Who performs "Burn The Hoods"?
Ski Mask The Slump God performs "Burn The Hoods", and this lyric page sits inside the Ski Mask The Slump God catalog on LyroVerse.
Are there related songs to explore after "Burn The Hoods"?
Yes. The related section below points to BabyWipe and Billy & Mandy with a short reason for opening each page next.
Where can I find more songs by Ski Mask The Slump God?
Use the artist link near the top of the page or the related paths section below to keep moving through Ski Mask The Slump God's lyric pages.
Song Room
Open Song Room
Interpretations, questions, and corrections for this song
Interpretations, questions, memories, and correction notes live together here. The room stays noindex while the best insights are reviewed.
Listener comments
What people are saying
No listener comments on Burn The Hoods yet.
A strong comment here is specific: the phrase you keep hearing, the mood you come back for, or the reason this song stays in rotation.
Sign in to post the first listener note. Reporting stays open to everyone.