Mask On Lyrics

Mask On

Give a fuck what a fuck nigga be on

I can have block sending shots where his head at

Told the nigga duck, now they looking where his head at

Never gave a fuck bout a fuck nigga stay mad

Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics

My big homie shooting like Dirk we the mavericks

I'll send that boy up with his tree, Family

Clouded my blade like I play final fantasy

Seven chrome hearts on my body

No it ain't cheap like a Gatti

Young rich nigga know a young nigga got it

Love to run it up bitch I love to make profit

Coulda killed me with the glock but he dropped it

Running, running, running, running

Niggas try to run away but my niggas caught emm

Two Fah to the membrane nigga who shot emm

Running, running, running, running

Better call houston cuz you know we got a problem

Suicidal nigga wanna die so I solved the problem

Stop it, fuck them up

Talking to crazy that boa better shut up

No no no don't even talk to me shut up

Big body hummer tote big body choppas

That NLE gonna have you call for a doctor

I keep the pace up no I cannot falter

I mix the white like my name really what

I mix the white like my name really Walter

Ayee these niggas not meant for the roster

Ayee the glock make them drop call a doctor

Ayee count me a milli like Carter

Ayee boot at his chest like it's Sparta

Huh Two times Two times

Feeling like Dexter, I fuck his hoe Two times

Drac at his door boa ain't know i'm a Soulja

Finally rich like a nigga was sosa

Sosa, Sosa, hold up hold up hold up

Mask on give a fuck what a fuck nigga be on

I can have block sending shots where his head at

Told the nigga duck now they looking where his head at

Never gave a fuck bout a fuck nigga stay mad

Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics

My big homie shooting like Dirk we the mavericks

I'll send that boy up with his tree, Family

Clouded my blade like I play final fantasy

Seven chrome hearts on my body

No it ain't cheap like a Gatti

Young rich nigga know a young nigga got it

Love to run it up, bitch I love to make profit

Coulda killed me with the glock but he dropped it

Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin

Niggas try to run away but my niggas caught emm

Two Fah to the membrane nigga who shot emm

Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin

Better call houston cuz you know we got a problem

Suicidal nigga wanna die, so I solved the problem