Gunplay - Mask On lyrics

rate me

Mask on, mask off

When I loop that corner boy, ain't gon' be no talk

Just a whole lotta (FLOCKA! ) and a whole lotta chump

Mask on (how you want it?) Mask off (How you want it?)

You don't want it homie, what the fuck you niggas mean?

Sheriff catch us with the infrared beams

Ok, these niggas think they steppin' on my turf and ima let 'em

Get your armor off first, 'fore you step out in this weather

Rainin' bucket on my fuckas, cocaine in my dutches

Ain't gon be no mercy when your fate is in my clutches

M Dre with the top rip, rag on the chopstick

Lookin' like I'm bout to hold the whole world hostage

They say I'm Satan's sidekick but yall'd never know

I got killers lurkin' round but yall'd never know

Rollin' in my Benz like it's boderline Bentley

My 44 never close, so don't boderline tempt me

I'm in total control mode, move you like a checker

Two barrels on my weapon, now that's a double decker

No pity in my city, no love in my titty

Who the fuck ain't Gunplay Money? All they'd admit it

Cigarfare and hardware, no way I'm gon' starve here

Hard weed, and soft hair, and sticks for that warfare

So serious I can't smile, stress keep my face frown

It don't matter how many times I pull the ace out

Real nigga all day, bully the hard way

From the bout to Broadway, we gon' handle it our way

Lookin' like money, but I'm feelin' like murder

If ya took somethin' from me, best believe I'll reverse it

Yeah, clearly disturbed, probably piss on a sheriff

Fuck the crackas and the jackas, pass the mass and a wacka