Mask Off
Why would i drill wit my mask off
If you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
My niggas step like we in the club
I'm cool off a ten but i bug off a dub
Cant fucc wit a skeezer cuz that shit a dub
Play the whole game the fuck is a sub
Cant sub me out, i see a opp and i'm chalking him out
If it ain't bout cheddar ian caring about
She got a new do and she sweated it out
Make it a movie got clips for the action
Shorty a freak spit her legs like a fraction
We fuck on the weekends so i call her sza
After i'm done then i gotta dismiss ya
I hit yo soul like i was a scripture
Get dug like a crop, and get cropped like a picture
Get kept in the pacc like you was a swisher
Gotta stay grinding so i know i won't miss ya
Kick in the front door then walk out the back
Don't fucc wit steve jobs but i do keep a mac
Just incase shit go left like a track
Brodie got fns wit don't know how to act
Shout out to herbo cuz i got no limits
We really do it yall say that y'all did it
Knew they was cap so i aimed for they fitted
Talk to the mic cuz nobody gone listen
Why would i drill wit my mask off
If you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
Foe nem gone hop out the rental wit Hollow tips he ready to send em to heaven
Said you was sorry no time for forgiveness these switches gotta come straight for yo melon
My foot in the door of the rap game so i'm go and you know i can't let up for a second
Got used to 3.5s i couldn't get fried so i started buying that dope by the 7th
He think he hot shit cuz he got a felon
Vari been solid aint doing confessions
Keep the same energy no changing the setting
Things i'll get stranger ain't talking eleven
She open her mouth and she doing consumption
Shorty a vacuum she got all the suction
Smoking a opp i see him in the function
For dough i go nuts and ian taking dunkin
I be wit the winners,excluding the losers
It's fucc all my teachers, i'm fuccing my tutors
Still got them hitmans, that shoot at yo shooters
Nicko got fns, nd i got rugers,
We making movies, wit lots of the action
Still toting pistols, yk that they packing
If i spot em yk that i got em
soon as i catch em like bando i hawk em
Why would i drill wit my mask off
if you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons
Why would i drill wit my mask off
if you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
If you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
My niggas step like we in the club
I'm cool off a ten but i bug off a dub
Cant fucc wit a skeezer cuz that shit a dub
Play the whole game the fuck is a sub
Cant sub me out, i see a opp and i'm chalking him out
If it ain't bout cheddar ian caring about
She got a new do and she sweated it out
Make it a movie got clips for the action
Shorty a freak spit her legs like a fraction
We fuck on the weekends so i call her sza
After i'm done then i gotta dismiss ya
I hit yo soul like i was a scripture
Get dug like a crop, and get cropped like a picture
Get kept in the pacc like you was a swisher
Gotta stay grinding so i know i won't miss ya
Kick in the front door then walk out the back
Don't fucc wit steve jobs but i do keep a mac
Just incase shit go left like a track
Brodie got fns wit don't know how to act
Shout out to herbo cuz i got no limits
We really do it yall say that y'all did it
Knew they was cap so i aimed for they fitted
Talk to the mic cuz nobody gone listen
Why would i drill wit my mask off
If you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
Foe nem gone hop out the rental wit Hollow tips he ready to send em to heaven
Said you was sorry no time for forgiveness these switches gotta come straight for yo melon
My foot in the door of the rap game so i'm go and you know i can't let up for a second
Got used to 3.5s i couldn't get fried so i started buying that dope by the 7th
He think he hot shit cuz he got a felon
Vari been solid aint doing confessions
Keep the same energy no changing the setting
Things i'll get stranger ain't talking eleven
She open her mouth and she doing consumption
Shorty a vacuum she got all the suction
Smoking a opp i see him in the function
For dough i go nuts and ian taking dunkin
I be wit the winners,excluding the losers
It's fucc all my teachers, i'm fuccing my tutors
Still got them hitmans, that shoot at yo shooters
Nicko got fns, nd i got rugers,
We making movies, wit lots of the action
Still toting pistols, yk that they packing
If i spot em yk that i got em
soon as i catch em like bando i hawk em
Why would i drill wit my mask off
if you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons
Why would i drill wit my mask off
if you cap then i'm knocking ya cap off
Toss the blickys ain't doing no handoff
Get a misson we move like a task force
Nah ian done
Goat talk the shit and we second to none
I see my opps you know they gone run
Raising you niggas i call y'all my sons (uh)
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Writer(s): Gte Deezy
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