Freemason Lyrics

(Yo 14, you got another one)

Ho, what's the fucking topic

Heater on me, fuck the tropics

Pop it, lock it, then we drop him off

Caught that nigga walking, then I cock it back

Pockets fat, .762s flocking, ain't no blocking that

Hawking with my optics

I been mopping, not been better options, yeah

Oh, oh the way she ride the dick

You'd think she had no better options

Bitch, that pussy popping, or I'm dropping you

No time for nonsense

They try cock blocking

I could knock em off and get to mocking

Niggas running while I'm walking

And I'm still gon top the contest

Oh, cause I am the best, you know

Aye, Mari the mofuckin GOAT

Oh, she sucking the dick like a pro

First with my pops when I went round the globe

I've had a lot of opps just on the road

Niggas gon' talk to cops like they been bros

360 vision, I locked the backdoor, yeah

Heater on me, fuck the tropics

Pop it, lock it, then we drop him off

Caught that nigga walking, then I cock it back

Pockets fat, .762s flocking, ain't no blocking that

Hawking with my optics

I been mopping, not been better options, yeah

Oh, bitch I'm off a motherfucking Percocet

I chase a bag, niggas pace a wood, you know I'm facing that

Back, ain't break it, but that ass is shaking, put my face in there

Not Jamaican, bitch I'm money making, I'm freemasoning

Ho, nigga, you better hide your money or I'm taking it

Yeah, yeah, that bitch is sucking my dick

Then she put my snake in it

I'm not the type to complain

Cause I know this life is still for the taking

She be acting super strange, I hate it

I know shorty, she be faking

Sorry, you gotta be blue, or I'm not too good with the faces

My shorty's double caked up and I swear it's amazing

Fye, fye, fye, we gon' fye that lil' nigga, then taze him

I make the money flip like I threw bills in gymnasiums

I'm high, lil' bitch I'm phasin

She pour my lines, she think I'm crazy

That bitch she suckin on mine, she said it's tasty

Ugh, huh, no

She said, baby, chase me, I'm like heck no

She said, you be in my dreams, with a blade, I ain't Techno

It's lowkey Disney that taught your boy the way, how to let go

And this bitch a pick me, not a fucking dame that can set tones

Ho, what's the fucking topic

Heater on me, fuck the tropics

Pop it, lock it, then we drop him off

Caught that nigga walking, then I cock it back

Pockets fat, .762s flocking, ain't no blocking that

Hawking with my optics

I been mopping, not been better options, yeah

Oh, bitch I'm off a motherfucking Percocet

I chase a bag, niggas pace a wood, you know I'm facing that

Back, ain't break it, but that ass is shaking, put my face in there

Not Jamaican, bitch I'm money making, I'm freemasoning

(Yo 14, you got another one)