Mask On

Lyrics

[Verse 1: Choirboy] Creeping through the hood with a mask on Brother I ain't even turn the gas on (not yet) Been fighting with some demons (?) Moonwalking (?) like Jackson (?) mudda fuckka Keep thinking that I'm not sucka Choirboy, Toof Gang riders got the (?) couple psychos with the rifles (?) better (?) muddafucka Who's got em' Who's got em' Who's I've been talking with the father only knowing not what they do Who's got em' Who's got em' Who's thats the sound of them choppers out the window of the coupe Fucc boy why you worried bout how I'm living Just no messing with my family end up missing thats a given Couple cats on the blocc do it for your television Fast-forward with it to your ending ain't nothing that gonna save em' they just [Hook 1: Choirboy] Creeping through the hood with a mask on Knock off black out back off Muddafucka this ain't fashion Bitches wanna fuck around they can get the strap on Creeping through the hood with a mask on Been broke too long to put a cast on First worry bout the crew will be the last one (?) like a dyke cause you know I got the strap on [Verse 2: Ouija] Riding through the city of the simp folk Where the outdoor smelling like endo Suckas think they got my info don't nobody know the real me but my kin folk Got the windows down when we dip low and I'm high as a bitch better get low If they ever give me life I'm gonna kill mo' Run up in your cell with a sharpened piece of bed post Toof not the ones you wanna flex on Want beef homie you can get the szechuan You ain't gotta be thristy with the red rum Teflon swimming through ya blocc boy (?) Lil shawty sent a pic with her ass on It was kinda light blue with the flash on Oh lord I be there with my cash on Right now Ouija gotta ride with the mask on [Hook 2: Ouija] See me with that mask Homie that's yo ass [x4] [Hook 1]