Damn Ski Mask
I get drunk a lot and I loved a lot these People f*ck me up, I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up
Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck
You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks
My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic
I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet, this dat chronic
I really turned numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain
Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange
Brought, ah bag inside the trap me and, Brodie, really run it up
My niggas stay with all them Glocks, you play your ass, get tummy tuck
And I drunk lean like every day, I started f*ckin' myself, up
And if that nigga wanna play, he gon' get touched, not one of us
You say that you love me, you didn't hold me down, I'm spinnin' a block with my niggas, we bustin' them rounds
It's a whole lotta gas, really smoke out the pound, DripTeam be the gang, only gang around
And I'm airin' it out, I ain't playin' around, got a broken heart, so I'm dangerous now
Goin' up on the gram like I'm famous now, I'm servin' these niggas like In-N-Out
Can't talk through the phone, cause these niggas be hot, if he wanted some gas, Drippy, got the pack
And you niggas be bitches, you somethin' you not, try show her' my heart and she ran' with that
Record in the house where my microphone at, try find real love, I could never find that
If I gave you my trust, it better not turn bad, These niggas on dick they be stealin' my swag
I don't need no key, how that foreign gon' start, you can talk that shit, ain't no fear in my heart
If you want some smoke, I'ma spark my Glock, these niggas be bitches sweet as a pop tart
You can run all you want, but I'm chasin' your ass, skinny young nigga that's chasin' the bag
Think that it's sweet put my foot in his ass, niggas be bitches, they sad like they dad
Keep my Glock, case dis shit get real, bitch ass nigga, I be really in the field
They call me the man, cause I keep that steel, pass me the Glock, I'ma show you it's real
Don't show me that shit, I won't sign no deal, young nigga rappin', I'm tryna get a mill
Or ah house on the hill, and my hand on the wheel, grabbin' her neck, told her open her grill
Smokin' that gas bruhh where that thunder, I'm that man that'll keep my plunger
I be spinnin' the wheel where the bumper, I won't go for shit on my mova
We ain't blood, but that nigga my brova, man, you niggas be bitches, y'all suckers
And I put that on my mova, and I put that on my brova
I get drunk a lot, and I loved a lot, these people f*ck me up
I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up
Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck
You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks
My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic
I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet dats dat chronic
I really turn numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain
Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange
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Damn Ski Mask
I get drunk a lot and I loved a lot these People f*ck me up, I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up
Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck
You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks
My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic
I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet, this dat chronic
I really turned numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain
Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange
Brought, ah bag inside the trap me and, Brodie, really run it up
My niggas stay with all them Glocks, you play your ass, get tummy tuck
And I drunk lean like every day, I started f*ckin' myself, up
And if that nigga wanna play, he gon' get touched, not one of us
You say that you love me, you didn't hold me down, I'm spinnin' a block with my niggas, we bustin' them rounds
It's a whole lotta gas, really smoke out the pound, DripTeam be the gang, only gang around
And I'm airin' it out, I ain't playin' around, got a broken heart, so I'm dangerous now
Goin' up on the gram like I'm famous now, I'm servin' these niggas like In-N-Out
Can't talk through the phone, cause these niggas be hot, if he wanted some gas, Drippy, got the pack
And you niggas be bitches, you somethin' you not, try show her' my heart and she ran' with that
Record in the house where my microphone at, try find real love, I could never find that
If I gave you my trust, it better not turn bad, These niggas on dick they be stealin' my swag
I don't need no key, how that foreign gon' start, you can talk that shit, ain't no fear in my heart
If you want some smoke, I'ma spark my Glock, these niggas be bitches sweet as a pop tart
You can run all you want, but I'm chasin' your ass, skinny young nigga that's chasin' the bag
Think that it's sweet put my foot in his ass, niggas be bitches, they sad like they dad
Keep my Glock, case dis shit get real, bitch ass nigga, I be really in the field
They call me the man, cause I keep that steel, pass me the Glock, I'ma show you it's real
Don't show me that shit, I won't sign no deal, young nigga rappin', I'm tryna get a mill
Or ah house on the hill, and my hand on the wheel, grabbin' her neck, told her open her grill
Smokin' that gas bruhh where that thunder, I'm that man that'll keep my plunger
I be spinnin' the wheel where the bumper, I won't go for shit on my mova
We ain't blood, but that nigga my brova, man, you niggas be bitches, y'all suckers
And I put that on my mova, and I put that on my brova
I get drunk a lot, and I loved a lot, these people f*ck me up
I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up
Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck
You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks
My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic
I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet dats dat chronic
I really turn numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain
Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange
I get drunk a lot and I loved a lot these People f*ck me up, I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up
Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck
You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks
My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic
I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet, this dat chronic
I really turned numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain
Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange
Brought, ah bag inside the trap me and, Brodie, really run it up
My niggas stay with all them Glocks, you play your ass, get tummy tuck
And I drunk lean like every day, I started f*ckin' myself, up
And if that nigga wanna play, he gon' get touched, not one of us
You say that you love me, you didn't hold me down, I'm spinnin' a block with my niggas, we bustin' them rounds
It's a whole lotta gas, really smoke out the pound, DripTeam be the gang, only gang around
And I'm airin' it out, I ain't playin' around, got a broken heart, so I'm dangerous now
Goin' up on the gram like I'm famous now, I'm servin' these niggas like In-N-Out
Can't talk through the phone, cause these niggas be hot, if he wanted some gas, Drippy, got the pack
And you niggas be bitches, you somethin' you not, try show her' my heart and she ran' with that
Record in the house where my microphone at, try find real love, I could never find that
If I gave you my trust, it better not turn bad, These niggas on dick they be stealin' my swag
I don't need no key, how that foreign gon' start, you can talk that shit, ain't no fear in my heart
If you want some smoke, I'ma spark my Glock, these niggas be bitches sweet as a pop tart
You can run all you want, but I'm chasin' your ass, skinny young nigga that's chasin' the bag
Think that it's sweet put my foot in his ass, niggas be bitches, they sad like they dad
Keep my Glock, case dis shit get real, bitch ass nigga, I be really in the field
They call me the man, cause I keep that steel, pass me the Glock, I'ma show you it's real
Don't show me that shit, I won't sign no deal, young nigga rappin', I'm tryna get a mill
Or ah house on the hill, and my hand on the wheel, grabbin' her neck, told her open her grill
Smokin' that gas bruhh where that thunder, I'm that man that'll keep my plunger
I be spinnin' the wheel where the bumper, I won't go for shit on my mova
We ain't blood, but that nigga my brova, man, you niggas be bitches, y'all suckers
And I put that on my mova, and I put that on my brova
I get drunk a lot, and I loved a lot, these people f*ck me up
I do drugs a lot, can't stop the pain, these demons f*ck me up
Them niggas plot a lot, can't stop the hate, them niggas out of luck
You know I trap a lot, got run it up, I'm tryna get them bucks
My niggas gon' score like they Giannis, whole lotta metal, I'm feelin' bionic
I just wanna f*ck if we both bein' honest, bust down the weed in my sheet dats dat chronic
I really turn numb to the pain, umbrellas up, bitch, I'm dodgin' the rain
Bet he get plucked if he hop in my lane, can't hang with niggas, they really be strange
Writer: Antonio Drain
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid