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NOB SG - UNMASKED Lyrics



NOB SG - UNMASKED Lyrics




Do you know how it feel when you gotta put on your mask and lock in for the drill
Aim and just shoot for the kill, we can't leave a witness, so we back him down with the steel
Come to that block tryna troop, I hang with the drillers and they was self taught how to shoot
Thot bitches getting the boot and I can't cuff a bitch, got a call and I heard that she through

Remember that day? We was four deep and a hot jumped out and that boy got the running
Work on ya form, me and K6 in the clip, so we threw a whole dozen at Buzzin, don't got a talk

Niggas really know how I get past the G bet, I'm flicking on something, my cousin the G's
But he don't wanna run into me and explain why he ducking the functions

I get up on that, I really been on that timing, make a block hotter than ramen
Almost got booked for the bros and I would've stayed silent
Cause I cannot tell on my diamonds, free all the bros
I cannot wait to count figures, I'm feeling like Von in the trenches

Really the ticket, top five standing on business
These niggas just cap for attention
Don't wanna beef? Then keep my name out of your mentions
Cause I got a clip with extensions

Knocking if wigs, I take my mask off like Kane
Just look at my eyes, you see flames
You feeling this pain, but I charge this shit to the game
You taking my life like I aim, get hit in your brain

Walk up, stand ova gang , every click is releasing this pain
Do you know how it feel when you got to put on your mask and lock in for the drill
Aim and just shoot for the kill, we can't leave a witness, so we back him down with the steel
Come to that block tryna troop , I hang with the drillas and they was self taught how to shoot

Thot bitches getting the boot, I can't cuff a bitch, got a call and I heard that she through
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Do you know how it feel when you gotta put on your mask and lock in for the drill
Aim and just shoot for the kill, we can't leave a witness, so we back him down with the steel
Come to that block tryna troop, I hang with the drillers and they was self taught how to shoot
Thot bitches getting the boot and I can't cuff a bitch, got a call and I heard that she through

Remember that day? We was four deep and a hot jumped out and that boy got the running
Work on ya form, me and K6 in the clip, so we threw a whole dozen at Buzzin, don't got a talk

Niggas really know how I get past the G bet, I'm flicking on something, my cousin the G's
But he don't wanna run into me and explain why he ducking the functions

I get up on that, I really been on that timing, make a block hotter than ramen
Almost got booked for the bros and I would've stayed silent
Cause I cannot tell on my diamonds, free all the bros
I cannot wait to count figures, I'm feeling like Von in the trenches

Really the ticket, top five standing on business
These niggas just cap for attention
Don't wanna beef? Then keep my name out of your mentions
Cause I got a clip with extensions

Knocking if wigs, I take my mask off like Kane
Just look at my eyes, you see flames
You feeling this pain, but I charge this shit to the game
You taking my life like I aim, get hit in your brain

Walk up, stand ova gang , every click is releasing this pain
Do you know how it feel when you got to put on your mask and lock in for the drill
Aim and just shoot for the kill, we can't leave a witness, so we back him down with the steel
Come to that block tryna troop , I hang with the drillas and they was self taught how to shoot

Thot bitches getting the boot, I can't cuff a bitch, got a call and I heard that she through
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Writer: Shamir Hall
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Language: English
Length: 1:59
Written by: Shamir Hall

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