MasqueRAID ft. John Dodie Lyrics

Shit just don't seem like it's in the right place

Most real things they don't go my way

Cheese it don't find my plate

I wanna be a beast I just hide my face

I forgot to disguise my face, I got a mask on

You can see it when I drop that top off

You Better latch on

You gon' see me when I hit that blast off

Shit just don't seem like it's in the right place

Most real things they don't go my way

Cheese it don't find my plate

I wanna be a beast I just hide my face

I forgot to disguise my face, I got a mask on

You can see it when I drop that top off

You Better latch on

You gon' see me when I hit that blast off

Before my light out imma turn it up some (Up)

She say the devil got her soul up for ransom (Up)

And I be cooling with Dodie we tryna Jack something

You tryna fuck with the Wxlf I get you whacked on

Yuh we been cooking the music it's gettin better and better

Yuh we been chillin with bitches they getting wetter and wetter

I got my mask on! (I got my mask on)

You couldn't see me even with the fucking lights on

Know they gon' pat my back tomorrow just for talking about it

But for now they gon' say Wxlf a little problematic

For the right ol' record shawty went and told a lie about it

For the right ol' record homie loyal? Shit I really doubt it

Took a prize home

Put it on the shelf yuh the trophy really glows

It's in the basement if you tryna take it tell em freeze like Frozone

Shit just don't seem like it's in the right place

Most real things they don't go my way

Cheese it don't find my plate

I wanna be a beast I just hide my face

I forgot to disguise my face, I got a mask on

You can see it when I drop that top off

You Better latch on

You gon' see me when I hit that blast off

Shit just don't seem like it's in the right place

Most real things they don't go my way

Cheese it don't find my plate

I wanna be a beast I just hide my face

I forgot to disguise my face, I got a mask on

You can see it when I drop that top off

You Better latch on

You gon' see me when I hit that blast off

Fueling off rebellions better than gassing off of adrenaline

Baby say you can do it best but I can do it better

Maybe you should retire the Jersey

It ain't a Jersey it's a sweater and that fucking sweater is dirty

My dirty money never dirty forever I'd do you better

I perform an exorcism on the paper send it to heaven

I pour holy water on my frank Benjamins

Yuh they tried to smoke us they forgot that we were reverends

Took a prize home

Put it on the shelf yuh the trophy really glows

It's in the basement

If you tryna take it tell em freeze like Frozone