Masked Up (deluxe) ft. 40cal Manni Lyrics

Masked the fuck up bape zip he can't see me

Dump the full clip on his body stop his heart beat

It's a lot of niggas that's gon copy they can't be me

Diamonds really shin in imax looking 3d

Yo diamonds look pixelated

You a broke nigga so yo plan need to be innovated

No heart nigga all I have is money conversations

I'm in love with racks you gon cry over a new relation

Too much money on me broke niggas looking devastated

I'ma staple in the trap my name already resonated

And i'm elevating with the gods

You be hesitating

I'ma real nigga you a fraud

You a wanna be bitch what you wanna see

I'ma have her throwing outfits like she was two or three

Back then I was a criminal would take ya jewelry

But now I'm finna take ya bitch heart just like cupid be

I'm the typa nigga fuck yo bitch on yo birthday

Then come back tomorrow spin yo block do you the worst way

I been smoking green and counting blue don't give a fuck about no earth day

Type to fuck yo bitch take her out to eat make her pay

I'm the type to fuck yo bitch then look at you like say sum

I'm the type to blow her belly out, not with a ray gun

You act like my biggest fan but switch it when your friends come

(What)

They say, "Manni is a bitch", don't ever cap again

Sayin you not pussy nigga stop all that pretend

You don't even fuck wit music you just do it for the trends

And I like doin this trappin' shit with all my trappin' friends

It applies to all my rappin' shit with all my rappin' fans

Nigga you is not a lyricist you don't got two degrees

When I brought your name up in a room they was like, "who is he?" (Who is this nigga?)

When I said "I'm getting shade", I was talking Louie V nigga

Aye this beat got the trap jumping like we breaking out

How we aiming with the red dot it's like he breaking out

Oh you sick, she was sucking dick and now y'all making out

Why thought you could resemble me like fuck you thinking bout what

(Like fuck is you thinking bout nigga)

Why he talking as if we was homies it ain't adding up

Started rappin' bout nine months ago but now my bag is up

All these niggas they not on my level, got my bracket up

No I can't beef with no niggas who is not making enough

I can't beef with no niggas who can't afford the cloth's they carry

While you still rocking that Abercrombie, I got Mike Amiri

Hate on me as much you want and I'ma fuck the bitch you marry

You can get her when I'm finish that's called having secondary like a doctor

No we can not kick it nigga we not playin' soccer

I ain't talking bout no guns when I say I'ma blast her

Running laps around you man I told you I was faster

My choppa touch you lil niggas like it was a pastor