"Mask On" lyrics
YoungBoy Never Broke Again Lyrics
(G-Godamn BJ with another one)
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
Hol' on, young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hol' on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
When it's time now to some years later, them gang babies ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some', and I knock another down
Don't fuck 'round get 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 send him
Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah be that
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him"
He stay real right, don't come right
This life it's gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over 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
That 'cat take off, we stamped 'em some
He need another dirty burner
That Drac', it need a drum up under
He need another to fifty stick
Okay and what else?
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (Yeah)
Put that boy on a shelf
Bro roll all night off them pills, yeah
'Til ain't none left
Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf
Smokin' on dank, potent like it's meth
Hol' on, young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hol' on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
When it's time now to some years later, them gang babies ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some', and I knock another down
Don't fuck 'round get 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 send him
Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah be that
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him"
He stay real right, don't come right
This life it's gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over the Nola like fuck all of 'em
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw
Hol' on, young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hol' on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
When it's time now to some years later, them gang babies ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some', and I knock another down
Don't fuck 'round get 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 send him
Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah be that
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him"
He stay real right, don't come right
This life it's gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over 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
That 'cat take off, we stamped 'em some
He need another dirty burner
That Drac', it need a drum up under
He need another to fifty stick
Okay and what else?
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (Yeah)
Put that boy on a shelf
Bro roll all night off them pills, yeah
'Til ain't none left
Gone off that drank 'til I go deaf
Smokin' on dank, potent like it's meth
Hol' on, young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
Hol' on, I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
When it's time now to some years later, them gang babies ain't comin' home
We tryna murder some', and I knock another down
Don't fuck 'round get 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 send him
Spray that TEC out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp boy, yeah be that
Hollows they gon' want some
We dirt him, believe that, Top say, "Y'all go off him"
He stay real right, don't come right
This life it's gon' cost him
I'm smokin' Doja, life passing over the Nola like fuck all of 'em
