maskdown! Lyrics

Hand me my cup

Yup

Throw that mask down

Hop out that car

Then get to strippin' niggas

Get to strippin' niggas

Aye

Throw that mask down

Hop out that car

Then get to strippin' niggas

I keep that .45 my girl only like that 9 she keep that pistol with her

Heavy hitters

I call them linebackers they hit you yo head spinnin

No beyblade but we spin when we want action lil nigga we been winnin'

So how the fuck you up

You think you safe typin' behind that keyboard I had to fuck you up

She gave that pussy up to random nigga's I'm supposed to give a fuck

My bird told me don't trust these lil bitches there's no such thing as trust

No I can't love no bitch

You a groupie there's no such thing as us

Oh you love me

Call that nigga's phone then go and set him up

She said bae I can't I've known him since a kid

We rode on the same bus

I blocked her number you can't be my bitch if you can't let that K bust

We pull up in gray trucks

They all V8's and we keep them drac's tucked

Ok we facetiming nigga's

Not talkin bout phones we hit they face up

Ok my main bitch keep that 5.56 and she knockin off laced fronts

Don't talk to me if you don't got yo pape up

No I don't do this shit for nothin

My bro said they gon' slide we crash out

My bitch said she can't feel her heart

She took that pill and passed out

I feel like Gucci Mane

Bitches in the club with ass out

Ok like what's yo name lil nigga

Said you gon' slide where you at now

She got me mad as fuck

Hung up my phone this bitch just pissed me off

Like I can't with bitches that let every nigga hit it raw

I'm talkin' broke nigga's bummy boy's

The list go on and on

She poppin' fake pill's

I'm talkin' perky's pressed with fentanyl

She said Katana I need you like why the fuck you on my phone

She said I wish I could meet you I'm busy bitch so go along

Ain't ask for handouts I had to stack that cheddar on my own

You nigga's broke

He think he throwin' on that shit but it's Vlone

Aye

Throw that mask down

Hop out that car

Then get to strippin' niggas

I keep that .45 my girl only like that 9 she keep that pistol with her

Heavy hitters

I call them linebackers they hit you yo head spinnin

No beyblade but we spin when we want action lil nigga we been winnin'