Mask Off Lyrics

Yo rappers be stunting ayy

Y'all know no nothing ayy

Try to be honest but most of y'all niggas fronting ayy

I fuckin' hustle ayy

Came from the muscle ayy

Hundred horses in that bitch so let's add another one

This here is golden bruh

Dustin' you niggas off

Sleeping on the kid can't play around with you niggas

Throw some hooks at you niggas

Really clowning you niggas

Yo fans blind my nigga

Yeah

See where I come from niggas carry around tecks like we the best

No DJ Khaled but they don't wanna see success

I get it

Act dumb

Get paid

And repeat again

But please stop with the mumble rap

I'm sorry I don't hear a word that you're saying

You're biting your tongue every time that you speak

Damn

Sit down

Shut up

For the shotty get to bust

Pump pump pump it up

If this ain't no Joe Budden I get it jumping

Bars overload I'm sorry but I'm not really sorry

Man ya'll got till December 26th to come up with something

Cause I ain't feeling your shit but yes it stink bitch

How about you take your washed up bars and get the fuck outta here

This is real hip hop little bitch

I'm wondering why you sitting there with a broke ass shoulder

Struggling at your career I'm telling you it's dead

I'm the beauty and the beast to this nightmare on Elm Street

Or hidden hills where the hills have eyes

I strongly advise for you to be aware of your surroundings

Before you come up missing and we can't find you

Damn

Mask on, fuck it mask off

High as fuck cruising in my chariot

Taking two to the face never tapping bruh

Rappers be capping bruh

My bars they packing bruh

I'll take the mask off I'm ripping through your soul bruh

Call up Lucy she'll get you right right with the gas

But pay attention cause demons will surround you everywhere

See I'm on pluto while you niggas on Mars

I come with the bars and they getting charged

My blood boiling cooking up some heat for this

Blunt passing in rotation my nigga who is you

This King Deuce I rip the fuck out this mask off B2