Masochist Lyrics

(500, 500)

Johnny tried to take me out the trap but I was trapped in it

I watched my younger dawggy lose his life and now we clap for him

I'm steady copping new whips and chains like I'm a masochist

Gucci, Louis, Prada, and Balmain, I never match the fit

I'm praying niggas stop dissing on Dre, cause Tony bagging shit

I got the rock, I'll pass it off to brody, calling that assist

Been making plays, let's run them bitches back like Colin Kaepernick

These niggas can't be out here claiming gang if they ain't strapped with it

If I don't count up 20 racks today, I may just have a fit

This presidential Rolex got me flexing like a candidate

I'm smoking on that Delly, lil' bitch this ain't no cannabis

Done blew the budget on them back to back, now they expanding it

And if the deal ain't worth a couple M's, then I ain't signing it

And if the play ain't worth a couple bands then I ain't trying it

I'm off the dome, niggas know I ain't never had to write this shit

Ain't going in the club if they won't let me bring my pipe in it

A real street nigga, I won't let them take my life away

And any nigga running down on gang gone lose their life today

Fanfan just pulled up Enzo Benzo with no license plates

Tired of getting jammed up all the time, ain't going outside today

Johnny tried to take me out the trap but I was trapped in it

I watched my younger dawggy lose his life and now we clap for him

I'm steady copping new whips and chains like I'm a masochist

Gucci, Louis, Prada, and Balmain, I never match the fit

I'm praying niggas stop dissing on Dre, cause Tony bagging shit

I got the rock, I'll pass it off to brody, calling that assist

Been making plays, let's run them bitches back like Colin Kaepernick

These niggas can't be out here claiming gang if they ain't strapped with it

He was talking crazy on my name, we had to line him

They taking niggas chains for instant fame, you better not try it

I put her on a play, she had to give me brain behind it

Too many dames, might have to change my name to Frankie Lymon

When I say Free YSL, I ain't giving out designer

This that Yves Saint Laurent flow

I kept that nine on me in the field, I feel like Rondo

He tried running down masked up and turned to John Doe

They fighting over scraps, this brand new mac came with a cooling kit

I'll put a hundred racks behind your raps if you can move a brick

If you ain't into trapping, I got 60 racks to do a hit

The feds trying to tap me, I get active, I ain't new to this

Johnny tried to take me out the trap but I was trapped in it

I watched my younger dawggy lose his life and now we clap for him

I'm steady copping new whips and chains like I'm a masochist

Gucci, Louis, Prada, and Balmain, I never match the fit

I'm praying niggas stop dissing on Dre, cause Tony bagging shit

I got the rock, I'll pass it off to brody, calling that assist

Been making plays, let's run them bitches back like Colin Kaepernick

These niggas can't be out here claiming gang if they ain't strapped with it