Masked Up

You know I'm shootin' in this bitch, got a chopper in my hand
When I'm standin' over him, he better pray's that it jam's
Mask tight on my face so they don't know who it is
Rubber gloves on my hands so I get away with it
I've been havin' evil thoughts, ever since i turned sixteen
Pistol in my right hand and it got a green beam
Motherfuckers know I'm steppin' and they know I'm teachin' lessons
So when I creep up on you, you better have some fuckin' blessings
If not, you're losin' your life, you're dyin' to this pipe
I've been deep up in these streets, I know I ain't livin' right
People want me to change, but I ain't never goin' back
I'ma stay with the straps, blowin' motherfuckers back
They lose they brain, only thing in there is straight gun smoke
And they don't want smoke, cause they know they gonna choke
Back then when I was broke, they wouldn't fuck with me
Now they see I'm gettin' money and they tryin' to fuck with me

Mane get the fuck back before I hit you with a strap
Hot flames, dirty K's, gonna rip you away
That dude pussy, he ain't shootin' shit
My team will do that hit, skirt around his block
Do that drive-by, we shot that bitch
I laid a couple motherfuckers down, but I ain't speaking names
And I ain't leavin' my house unless I got this thing
I got the burner on my waist, cause I might catch a case
If they talkin' out they neck, then it's shots at they face
We draw down on them bitches, they don't get no strikes
The first time you fuck with us, then you fuckin' die
Them hollow tips hit your face, send your spirit to the sky
We doin' straight walk downs, ain't no fuckin' drive-by's
When we pull up on you, might as well say bye-bye
There gon' be some hashtags sayin' fly high
But it's fuckin' bitch, I'm glad you done died
Another bitch made motherfucker, that lost his life



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Writer(s): Riley Cagle
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