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Mask On - YoungBoy Never Broke Again

Mask On

YoungBoy Never Broke Again

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I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw

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, I 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 the present, overridin' through the Nola

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 there 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, I 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 the present, overridin' through the Nola

Fuck all of 'em

- It's already the end -