Mask Off lyrics

by

Lil Double 0


[Intro]
(Trey sold with this sh*t)
(We love you, Perc)
Big Walk Down

[Chorus]
He got a lil' money, but he ain't me
He sell a lil' drugs, but he ain't street
He got took off for his P's
n*ggas be cap rap in these streets
AP and Rollie bustdown
So many P's done took down
He ain't my n*gga, he get took down
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off, f*ck it

[Verse]
Know I got fifty like Zach Randolph
Tryna blast off, hit one in the face
He in my way, f*ck n*gga better go pray
I'ma send killers where he stay
Walk him down in designer
My lil' n*gga a minor with a micro Drac'
Get the drop and we score, n*ggas know we don't play, on gang
If they give me a pick on the play, I'ma try
If the ticket look good for the 'bows, I'll buy it
Scat Pack too slow, but the Hellcat drive real quicker
Big Walk Down, we don't f*ck with them n*ggas
n*ggas know we don't f*ck with the other side
Walk 'em down with the chop, do a homicide
Chrome Heart, lion heart, R.I.P. R5
(A boss, my left wrist, my right wrist gon' talk)
Jumped off that porch when I was thirteen
f*ck n*gga ain't seen sh*t that I saw
'Fore I take me a loss, I'd rather get off
(Hmm, n*gga, I'd rather get off)
Wipe me down
Fresh as a b*tch, Amiri to the 'fit
Like Guap, I'll put this sh*t on right now
Feel like Tupac, who got you shot?
Come through with a bump, hop out, walk 'em down
Feel like Tupac, who got you shot?
(Come through with a bump, hop out, walk 'em down)
Deliver the smoke to a opp, where he at?
Hmm, n*gga, where the f*ck he at?
'Member days slidin', had opps hidin'
'Cause they know we put a n*gga's ass to rest
Mask off, f*ck it, everywhere clutchin'
Box on the back of the Glock hit the big one button
'Fore I go broke, Double 0'll rob
Put a ski mask and go hit the block, get it [?]
He work a job, these n*ggas pus*y
Say them n*ggas hard, but them n*ggas rookie
He ain't got no heart, them f*ck n*ggas took it
Say he got robbed for his bag, been shook ever since
Pour up that purple rain like Prince
Every day, G6'in' like I can't quit
n*gga'd rather be sleep, Double'd rather be rich
Count up a million dollars all cash in this b*tch, on gang
I pull up mask off on a b*tch
Hit the block broad day with the switch
Pull up in somethin' fast, hop out with your b*tch
If that's your ho, then that's my ho too, f*ck it, I ain't even care 'bout the b*tch
Let's go, big 5.7 knock a n*gga off his feet
Big body Hellcat, I'ma slide it, drive and control it
Double gon' f*ck up the street
Every time we come, we hop out on feet
(f*ck n*ggas ain't really f*ckin' with me, man)
Twenty-four-hour trap wide open
Empty the clip on lil' bro 'cause he think sh*t sweet
Gang play with the gang, get put on a tee
pus*y, uh
Let's go
[Chorus]
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off
f*ck it, mask on, f*ck it, mask off, f*ck it
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