Masked Up

We make our way in
There ain't no way out
Niggas is masked up
They got the k out
Run innnn
Kick in the door
Waving the 44
Send him up to the lord
Niggas ain't playing no more

We make our way in
There ain't no way out
Niggas is masked up
They got the k out
Run innnn
Kick in the door
Waving the 44 yah
Send him up to the lord
Niggas ain't playing no more

Back and forth with the have nots
Penny pinching didn't have guap
Now they see me and they mad ugh
Im Usain bolting to the bag ugh
Whip looking white rice
The Inside look like lamb stock
Hulk Hogan kiss the bicep
Hit them niggas with the leg drop
Youngings in field
Running them drills
Said this Shit look like a combine
Ain't taking no L's
I'm doing well
And Winning games by a landslide
Been with shits
I found my niche
And I aint wasting no damn time Nah
Stay on my damn grind
Im Bout to blow up like a land mine
Go ahead and front for the city
That's when them blickys get iffy
And niggas bear arms like a grizzley
Slide down the chimney
Not with no giffy
All you see autos and semis
Outside
Black truck with the hemi
Run thru ya city like Tommy vercetti
Shooters gone shoot till the cannons Is empty
Im Feeling hot headed
So nigga dont temp
I go insane
I got a wave
Fuck on ya bitch
Dont call her dame
I rock her up
No jigga or dame
I make the cut
She dont fuck
With the lames
Watching my methods
I bringing the pain
Cop me a coupe and I blew out the brains

Whoo shitt

We make our way
There ain't no way out
Niggas is masked up
They got the k out
Run innnn
kick in the door
Waving the 44 han
Send him up to the lord
Niggas ain't playing no more

We make our way
There ain't no way out
Niggas is masked up
They got the k out
Run innnn
Kick in the door
Waving the 44 han
Send him up to the lord
Niggas ain't playing no more



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Writer(s): Jason Reece
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