Wit That Mask

Gang niggas on the Internet

Aye, nigga, I ain't into that

Aye, niggas on that Internet

(Sparky made it slap, nigga)

Aye, I ain't really into that

We gon' push the line, not a spacebar

We gon' put a sucker in the graveyard

Aye, pull up with that AR

Got my stripes in my hood like a racecar

And this chop got bass like a stereo

We gon' pull up with that mask, Rey Mysterio

Aye, I been making noise

They don't hear me though

Yeah, my circle hella small like a Cheerio

Aye, pull up with that mask

You gon' beat the case

Aye, you gon' bеat the case

They can't see your facе

Pull up with that 38

It don't leave no trace

When I let this bird off

It's gon' eat a snake

I'll do it for the cheese and kill a rat too

The hitter out the litter, niggas cat food

Pull up for Mac J and let that MAC shoot

I just want some cake like a fat dude

Aye, headed to the top, see me at the bottom

Aye, I just want some green

Feeling like a goblin

Aye, I just want some money

But it become a problem

Aye, walking with that chopper

It's gon' always solve it

Aye, thirty on my waist

It's in my jeans touching

Aye, niggas with that staring

And that mean-mugging

Everybody got pole, whole team thugging

When we let these sticks off

You ain't seen nothing

We gon' push the line, not a spacebar

We gon' put a sucker in the graveyard

Aye, pull up with that AR

Got my stripes in my hood like a racecar

And this chop got bass like a stereo

We gon' pull up with that mask, Rey Mysterio

Aye, I been making noise

They don't hear me though

Yeah, my circle hella small like a Cheerio

Aye, cutting niggas off, circle getting small

You know we got that pole when we in the mall

Aye, this is how you move

When you get involved

Aye, got that fifty ball

You gon' get it all

Aye, they didn't see my face

Mask on the camera

Aye, you don't bust that pole

Pass me the hammer aye, snitch nigga told

I was banging Fruitridge

I was in that slammer

I just bought a G Man, named it Meadowview

I'ma piss on my hands for that residue

What's up with your mans?

He don't never shoot

Pull up in my hood, I'll embarrass you

I just want a million dollars

For my mom dukes

I'm just trapping in my hood on the Mongoose

We finna blow up like a bomb do

I'm Fruitridge, this the Bloods, nigga

We gon' push the line, not a spacebar

We gon' put a sucker in the graveyard

Aye, pull up with that AR

Got my stripes in my hood like a racecar

And this chop got bass like a stereo

We gon' pull up with that mask, Rey Mysterio

Aye, I been making noise

They don't hear me though

Yeah, my circle hella small like a Cheerio