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Nba YoungBoy – Mask On Lyrics

YoungBoy Never Broke Again – Mask On Lyrics

(G-Godamn BJ with another one)
I bet my last track probably gave you lockjaw

Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
This time some years later, them gangbangers ain’t comin’ home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down

Don’t fuck ’round with your head bust, nigga
Get your bread up, nigga
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon’ lay it down when we spray it ’round
When we catch him, we sin him
Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp, boy, a beat it
Hollow’s they gon’ want some
We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y’all go off him
He still real right, don’t come right
His life is gon’ cost him
I’m smokin’ Doja like [?] ridin’ through the Nola like fuck all of ’em

Tell me shit, they don’t mean it
Step on one, don’t leave, not one
Like who seen it?
We gon’ burn ’em all so track down one
We skippin’ town, them taxes come
They can’t take off, we stamped ’em some
He need another dirty burner
That Drake, it need a drum up on it
You need another to fuckin’ fix this
Okay? And what else
Hall of fame, for real, highlight with the steel (Yeah)
Put that boy on a shelf
Roll, roll all night off them pills, yeah
‘Til ain’t none left
Gone off that drank ’til I go deaf, smokin’ on dank, pour like it’s meth

Young nigga he super shiesty, already got his mask on
I pull my mask down, I get your soul gone
This time some years later, them gangbangers ain’t comin’ home
We tryna murder some and I knock another down

Don’t fuck ’round with your head bust, nigga
Get your bread up, nigga
We zip the biggest niggas, do plenty killings and tote them big pistols
These niggas gon’ lay it down when we spray it ’round
When we catch him, we sin him
Sprayer take out the window, we leave that ho in the middle
He a opp, boy, a beat it
Hollow’s they gon’ want some
We dirt him, believe it, Top say, y’all go off him
He still real right, don’t come right
His life is gon’ cost him
I’m smokin’ Doja like [?] ridin’ through the Nola like fuck all of ’em