Yung Simmie - Mask n a Glock lyrics

[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"