[Hook]
Break out the mask and the Glock and get rid of you
Pop pop til you drop... [repeat]
[Verse 1: Yung Simmie]
I bring it out if he trippin' out
So fly like I'm liftin' out
Too smooth like I'm driftin' out
I talk about what I be about
She know that I'm trying to get brain
It ain't no thing
How she be screaming my name
Deep in the game
So n***as want to be friends cause they think I got fame
But I got aim, nine millimeter and a mask
To cover my face and my brain
Call me equipped, I creep and I keep
Knife and a fork, I came here to eat
They can't compete with what they can't see
So I show no mercy when clenching the heat
Haters gon' murk me the day that I sleep
So I pray that my n***as will look over me
Hard on the paint when shootin' the three
Small a** n***a and I feel six feet
Heart went cold so I stay with the heat
If I'm chillin' in the 'lac then it's under the seat
Pull it out, co*k it back point it where your head at
Mask n a Glock, two shots where the bread at [2x]
[Verse 2: Amber London]
How you b**hes gonna try and touch this
Thinking it's enough b**h but I'm in the game
Selling c**aine cause I gotta get paid
Mask and a Glock, plus a little switchblade
b**h splat pap pap n***a get sprayed
Click clack bra strap
Aimed at your ball cap, n***a get back
Stackin', b**hes acting like I ain't got it
Hoes got the product n***a selling narcotic
Get in that loop, smoking like snoop in the coupe
No roof, like a cat b**h, n***as know I'm that b**h
If you act rich and get jacked
That's how it be when you talking that smack
Walk in the back
Soon as them n***as come out
We bustin' that Glock and that gat
Walk with the hulk on our back
We k** like a shark on attack
n***a f** all your tats
Rolling down the window, blowing on the endo
With my b**hes, getting to the riches
Rolling deep in that stolen Jeep
Bullets hit into your colon
Weak n***a slowing, creep, we don't care
Blow that smoke up in the air
Mask and the Glock cold
Kick it like Roco
f** n***as know I got dough
You can't knock it
Do it like Pac did, you not Biggie take it back to '94
Ho you know that we be leaning
Gold grill beaming
Your n***a hit my D.M
He want me to see him
But I'm a pimp, I'm a f**ing Nat'
f** what you know, I'm right where you at
Mask n a Glock, aimed at your back
BITTTCCCHHHHHHH!!! "Bumbumbum"