Masquerade Lyrics

Everywhere i go

Everywhere i stand

It's a masquerade,

Bitch you don't know what i am

Feelings often fake, bitch

Keep chasing that pape

Ima back away switch my lane and smoke this purp

Plus i keep a double cup

Kissing styrofoam bitches always hesitate

Once i touched this Pole i could never be afraid

Looking for my cut

Finally out my head so these females getting fucked

Make out with a bitch, imnot tryna stay here

Yeah imnot tryna stay right here

Ill keep it 100, ion keep no small bills

Big wrist think my shit broke

So m worked off the shit still

Perfected the lines, but that shits not coke

I could lose all relations to keep it a buck with you

Just thank the lord I still ain't lose the vision

damn just as long as I touch on some millions

All by myself so I make my decisions

Drop it all in a week when I'm ready

Might see obey walking round with a bankroll

Chillin with homies my best friend is ben frank

We steady wasting away on these fake hoes

Huh??

What, did you think I was finished?

I'm gonna tell you right now that these bitches aint shit they just lying for dick in a message

It's getting rampant n my boys reckless

Move through the valley it feel like a village

Everyone knows I'm a menace

Everyone knows if I want it ima get it

I'm so scary walk around with a mask on

Boy to stop me you gone prolly need a task force

Even if I do I'll bounce back like that ass strong

Smoking on gas, what it is? What you ask for?

Pelican bitches wanna flock when the bread came

Chop face to face wit the ops I got no aim

Pole very scary once I got it I got no fear

Any mufucka gonna die if he look weird

Keep a ski mask with some dickies in my backseat

Big black forces when I stomp not the reebok

Told you i was chief smoke,Ima make em see now

Running like a cheat code, my name ain't filippo

Lungs got scorched with a blunt but I never give a fuck better pass that stiiizy

On the road with a strap that was beaming

Gonna wish but yea but you're never gotta be me

I'm chief blunt in the street

Big gun with a beam

Make you scream so loud

But it's nothing like me yelling at the crowd

So like get me outa class

With a bass shaking everything

She'll even shake that ass

N like baby got back

If she looking for that bread

Then the bakers where it's at

I'm a player, money maker

Homies Rollin with a strap

N you better know it spark

Like a ghetto residential outlet

Not cause I'm the plug

Cause I'm charging up the prices n I'm prolly making bucks

If I'm out of town then I prolly told you fucks

Come meet up with the team

You ain't really bout it

I just told you it was green

I could stomp you out rockin yeezy on my feet

With a blunt on the lip

Bigger gun on the hip

N some nuts on me bitch

Ye you know that i'm the chief

She keep sucking on my dick got me thinking ima cream

Codeine on my tongue, codeine on her tits

Lookin like a roman tower, leanin what it is

Double cup a rack, that's like two racks on my wrist

Gotta get another on my fist, huh