Keeping My Mask
This Glock got what granny had
I can teach you swag
I hit that bitch from the back
I grip her waste like a Fanny pack
Momma be asking me questions like why you be riding with so many mags
I ain't trying to get no shot trying to catch a opp so I'm keeping my mask
Hawthorn this hoe boujee
Off the wocht might lose my room key
I can count it up fast don't lose me
This blackout damn near 2 gs
I let that lil bitch use me
Oxycodone rps
These drugs slow down my heartbeat
Ain't bout no racks don't call me
I be fucking with the steppers
Tell me what you in it for
I put that lil bitch in motion my brodie gonna score we ran the pick n roll
I get in my bag these niggas know
They looking the gang up for different flows
I don't care I just met her I'm getting her throat
Look like I'm up to bat how I'm hitting the hoe
Codeine got me sleepy
I hit sport just to wake me up
Where the money counter
I don't do no paper cuts
They be like them lil niggas demons ain't no saving us
She a freak bitch I had to spin the bin the way she ate it up
Hawthorn this hoe boujee
Off the wocht might lose my room key
I can count it up fast don't lose me
This blackout damn near 2 gs
I let that lil bitch use me
Oxycodone rps
These drugs slow down my heartbeat
This Glock got what granny had
I can teach you swag
I hit that bitch from the back
I grip her waste like a Fanny pack
Momma be asking me questions like why you be riding with so many mags
I ain't trying to get no shot trying to catch a opp so I'm keeping my mask
I can teach you swag
I hit that bitch from the back
I grip her waste like a Fanny pack
Momma be asking me questions like why you be riding with so many mags
I ain't trying to get no shot trying to catch a opp so I'm keeping my mask
Hawthorn this hoe boujee
Off the wocht might lose my room key
I can count it up fast don't lose me
This blackout damn near 2 gs
I let that lil bitch use me
Oxycodone rps
These drugs slow down my heartbeat
Ain't bout no racks don't call me
I be fucking with the steppers
Tell me what you in it for
I put that lil bitch in motion my brodie gonna score we ran the pick n roll
I get in my bag these niggas know
They looking the gang up for different flows
I don't care I just met her I'm getting her throat
Look like I'm up to bat how I'm hitting the hoe
Codeine got me sleepy
I hit sport just to wake me up
Where the money counter
I don't do no paper cuts
They be like them lil niggas demons ain't no saving us
She a freak bitch I had to spin the bin the way she ate it up
Hawthorn this hoe boujee
Off the wocht might lose my room key
I can count it up fast don't lose me
This blackout damn near 2 gs
I let that lil bitch use me
Oxycodone rps
These drugs slow down my heartbeat
This Glock got what granny had
I can teach you swag
I hit that bitch from the back
I grip her waste like a Fanny pack
Momma be asking me questions like why you be riding with so many mags
I ain't trying to get no shot trying to catch a opp so I'm keeping my mask
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Writer(s): Stephon Jones
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