Metro Boomin - Mask Off lyrics

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Metro Boomin - Mask Off lyrics

[Intro] Call it how it is Hendrix I promise, I swear, I swear You heard, spit it, yo [Chorus] Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly, Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check, never chase a b**h Mask on, f** it, mask off Mask on, f** it, mask off Percocets, molly, Percocets Chase a check, never chase a b**h Don't chase no b**hes [Verse 1] Two cups, toast up with the gang From food stamps to a whole 'nother domain Out the bottom, I'm the livin' proof (Super) Ain't compromising, half a million on the Coupe Drug houses, lookin' like Peru Graduated, I was overdue Pink molly, I can barely move Ask about me, I'm gon' bust a move Rick James, 33 chains Ocean air, cruisin' Biscayne Top off, that's a liability Hit the gas, boostin' my adrenaline [Chorus] Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly, Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check, never chase a b**h Mask on, f** it, mask off Mask on, f** it, mask off Percocets, molly, Percocets Chase a check, never chase a b**h Don't chase no b**hes [Verse 2] Four door Maybach; I drive anything Buy more rings, make ‘em go insane (Oh my Lord, praise him be) My guillotine, drank promethazine Tec and beams, go to those extremes Parliament, calamari Wednesday Parlay in Vegas, we was in attendance Before the business, Theodore lenses Whole prescriptions, focus on the missions Intermission, never take a break Switch states, touch down, foreign plates Ain't no way, ain't no f**ing way We call the play, we didn't come to play Rob the bank, we gon' rob the game They gang, they gang, we gang, but they are not the same (Freebandz) [Chorus] Percocets, molly, Percocets Percocets, molly, Percocets Rep the set, gotta rep the set Chase a check, never chase a b**h Mask on, f** it, mask off Mask on, f** it, mask off Percocets, molly, Percocets Chase a check, never chase a b**h Don't chase no b**hes [Outro] Mask on, f** it, mask off Mask on, f** it, mask off Mask on, f** it, mask off Gas gone, never nod off (Cold chills, prison cells) (Oh my Lord, praise him be)

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