"masquerade (BabySantana Remix)" lyrics
Tell these niggas stop playin' with me, man, this shit ain't no joke
Money on my mind, I been countin' up
Said he took my girl, I don't give a f— (Bleh!)
Shooter in Milwaukee, he play for the Bucks
If he want the smoke, tell him off on me
Girl, I don't want Omicron, do not cough on me
Diamonds in my grills, got a lot of teeth
Feel like tana, 'cause I got off the leash
C-C-Call up my brothers, we slide in that coupe (Brr)
We sendin' shots out the roof
Only straight Runtz, we don't smoke no boof
Light up a pound when I'm in the booth
Light up a pound when I'm in the studio
Mexican plug, I think his name Júlio
Spanish shooter he look like Ricky Rubio
W-We in a paridise, I feel like Coolio
Kill the opps like one by one
We droppin' bodies like a nun
I'm smokin' gas just by the ton
Lil Paris, you know I'm the one
Just pulled out my favorite gun
This .44 Bulldog k now how to bark
This good-good Zaza smell like a fart
And if he try to drive off, we shoot the car
We walk in the mall and they know who we are
Masquerade, masquerade, masquerade (What?), masquerade
Masquerade, masquerade, masquerade
Mortal souls is what I crave
Seek them out now, one by one
Droppin' bodies like a nun
Two twin Glocks, name Bonnie and Clyde
Slide through roofs like I'm Tom Cruise
I think I'm fine, please just leave
Walk around like I can't see
I'm fly like a bat, can track your tracks
They see my face, get a h—
I don't play replay, I'm on my knees
We smokin' gas, we smokin' weed
My bitch from GeekSquad, give me laptop
New [?], got that drop-top
Pass the gas so I gotta say excuse me
Brought a bag, yeah, I get it like groceries
Young niggas takin' over the industry
Fuck with bitches that got on tapestry
Sippin' blood like I'm a vampire
Taste like codeine, drippin on me
Masquerade now where's the coke line
Playing bloodlines, wheres that clapback
Feel like Dracula way I scare you
Cry for help but I can't hear you
Now you part of my blood omen
Getting high off serotonin
Sippin' blood like I'm a vampire
Taste like codeine, drippin on me
Masquerade now where's the coke line
Playing bloodlines, wheres that clapback
Feel like Dracula way I scare you
Cry for help but I can't hear you
Now you part of my blood omen
Getting high off serotonin
Money on my mind, I been countin' up
Said he took my girl, I don't give a f— (Bleh!)
Shooter in Milwaukee, he play for the Bucks
If he want the smoke, tell him off on me
Girl, I don't want Omicron, do not cough on me
Diamonds in my grills, got a lot of teeth
Feel like tana, 'cause I got off the leash
C-C-Call up my brothers, we slide in that coupe (Brr)
We sendin' shots out the roof
Only straight Runtz, we don't smoke no boof
Light up a pound when I'm in the booth
Light up a pound when I'm in the studio
Mexican plug, I think his name Júlio
Spanish shooter he look like Ricky Rubio
W-We in a paridise, I feel like Coolio
Kill the opps like one by one
We droppin' bodies like a nun
I'm smokin' gas just by the ton
Lil Paris, you know I'm the one
Just pulled out my favorite gun
This .44 Bulldog k now how to bark
This good-good Zaza smell like a fart
And if he try to drive off, we shoot the car
We walk in the mall and they know who we are
Masquerade, masquerade, masquerade (What?), masquerade
Masquerade, masquerade, masquerade
Mortal souls is what I crave
Seek them out now, one by one
Droppin' bodies like a nun
Two twin Glocks, name Bonnie and Clyde
Slide through roofs like I'm Tom Cruise
I think I'm fine, please just leave
Walk around like I can't see
I'm fly like a bat, can track your tracks
They see my face, get a h—
I don't play replay, I'm on my knees
We smokin' gas, we smokin' weed
My bitch from GeekSquad, give me laptop
New [?], got that drop-top
Pass the gas so I gotta say excuse me
Brought a bag, yeah, I get it like groceries
Young niggas takin' over the industry
Fuck with bitches that got on tapestry
Sippin' blood like I'm a vampire
Taste like codeine, drippin on me
Masquerade now where's the coke line
Playing bloodlines, wheres that clapback
Feel like Dracula way I scare you
Cry for help but I can't hear you
Now you part of my blood omen
Getting high off serotonin
Sippin' blood like I'm a vampire
Taste like codeine, drippin on me
Masquerade now where's the coke line
Playing bloodlines, wheres that clapback
Feel like Dracula way I scare you
Cry for help but I can't hear you
Now you part of my blood omen
Getting high off serotonin
Writer(s): John Landrum Cooper, Gavin Brown, Tevon Richards
