Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Mask On, artist - YoungBoy Never Broke Again. Album song Until I Return, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 12.11.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic, Never Broke Again
Song language: English
Mask On |
Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on |
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone |
This time some years later, them gangbangers ain’t comin' home |
We tryna murder some and I knock another down |
Don’t fuck 'round with your head bust, nigga |
Get your bread up, nigga |
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols |
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round |
When we catch him, we sin him |
Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle |
He a opp, boy, a beat it |
Hollow’s they gon' want some |
We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y’all go off him |
He still real right, don’t come right |
His life is gon' cost him |
I’m smokin' Doja like ridin' through the Nola like fuck all of 'em |
Tell me shit, they don’t mean it |
Step on one, don’t leave, not one |
Like who seen it? |
We gon' burn 'em all so track down one |
We skippin' town, them taxes come |
They can’t take off, we stamped 'em some |
He need another dirty burner |
That Drake, it need a drum up on it |
You need another to fuckin' fix this |
Okay? |
And what else |
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (Yeah) |
Put that boy on a shelf |
Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah |
'Til ain’t none left |
Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf, smokin' on dank, pour like it’s meth |
Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on |
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone |
This time some years later, them gangbangers ain’t comin' home |
We tryna murder some and I knock another down |
Don’t fuck 'round with your head bust, nigga |
Get your bread up, nigga |
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols |
These niggas gon' lay it down when we spray it 'round |
When we catch him, we sin him |
Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle |
He a opp, boy, a beat it |
Hollow’s they gon' want some |
We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y’all go off him |
He still real right, don’t come right |
His life is gon' cost him |
I’m smokin' Doja like ridin' through the Nola like fuck all of 'em |