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letra de mask n a glock - yung simmie

[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-ggas 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-ggas will look over me
hard on the paint when shootin’ the three
small -ss n-gga 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, c-ck 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-tches gonna try and touch this
thinking it’s enough b-tch but i’m in the game
selling cocaine cause i gotta get paid
mask and a glock, plus a little switchblade
b-tch splat pap pap n-gga get sprayed
cl!ck clack bra strap
aimed at your ball cap, n-gga get back
stackin’, b-tches acting like i ain’t got it
hoes got the product n-gga selling narcotic
get in that loop, smoking like snoop in the coupe
no roof, like a cat b-tch, n-ggas know i’m that b-tch
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-ggas come out
we bustin’ that glock and that gat
walk with the hulk on our back
we k!ll like a shark on attack
n-gga f-ck all your tats
rolling down the window, blowing on the endo
with my b-tches, getting to the riches
rolling deep in that stolen jeep
bullets hit into your colon
weak n-gga slowing, creep, we don’t care
blow that smoke up in the air
mask and the glock cold
kick it like roco
f-ck n-ggas 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-gga hit my d.m
he want me to see him
but i’m a pimp, i’m a f-cking nat’
f-ck what you know, i’m right where you at
mask n a glock, aimed at your back

bitttccchhhhhhh!!! “bumbumbum”

- yung simmie

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