sauce walka - mask on lyrics
[intro]
oohwee
[chorus]
pull up with choppers and lil n-ggas
f-ck all that drippin’, these rap n-ggas trippin’ n-gga
slap the percocet out your system
talking ’bout sticks but you ain’t never hit a n-gga
where the f-ck did y’all get these n-ggas?
you went to college and rappin’ ’bout bricks my n-gga
and you soft on a b-tch lil n-gga
she said you’re p-ssy and you pay her rent lil n-gga
i’m back on that n-gga sh-t
that pullin’ up thirty-three, pop back gorilla sh-t
that robbin and k!llin’ sh-t
that hanging the chopper straight up out the window sh-t
you rappers ain’t with the sh-t
you singing about it but you have not did the sh-t
i really done lived the sh-t
so f-ck all that drippin’, i’m back on that n-gga sh-t
[verse 1]
i’m turnin’ the pressure on
k!llin’ these fake n-ggas, bring the stretchers on
that new diamond tester on
rockin’ them cbd diamonds, you know you wrong
you lyin’ in every song
only plug you used was to charge your phone
you leadin’ the people on
you wasn’t moving dope with a beeper on
the f-ck is you geekin’ on?
boy you know you had a good job, why you actin’ bad
i still remember your name tag
n-gga buy a gun now he mad max
boy you know you ain’t shot sh-t
but on your mixtape your chopper pop sh-t
n-ggas rap about stick talk
but you ain’t even shot and missed and hit a brick
let alone really hit a n-gga, let alone really split a n-gga
this rap sh-t full of gimmick n-ggas
left the street to drip, but i did this n-gga
[chorus]
pull up with choppers and lil n-ggas
f-ck all that drippin’, these rap n-ggas trippin’ n-gga
slap the percocet out your system
talking ’bout sticks but you ain’t never hit a n-gga
where the f-ck did y’all get these n-ggas?
you went to college and rappin’ ’bout bricks my n-gga
and you soft on a b-tch lil n-gga
she said you’re p-ssy and you pay her rent lil n-gga
i’m back on that n-gga sh-t
that pullin’ up thirty-three, pop back gorilla sh-t
that robbin and k!llin’ sh-t
that hanging the chopper straight up out the window sh-t
you rappers ain’t with the sh-t
you singing about it but you have not did the sh-t
i really done lived the sh-t
so f-ck all that drippin’, i’m back on that n-gga sh-t
[verse 2]
i’m keepin’ my mask on
i got too many rappers i’ma blast on
these rap n-ggas copy me
they worse than the fbi, how they watchin’ me
these n-ggas yung joc-in’ me
pimp c said you gotta watch these f-ggot -ss rappers
screenshot a n-gga every move
from your tour bus, bad -ss rappers
all attracted to another man
sauce sugar g-y gingerbread rapper
i’m the king of the drip and the sauce
anything else -ss backwards
you n-ggas softer than sand castles
me and my n-ggas’ll step on em
a lot of these rap n-ggas slept on me
’til they seen i ball forever, i’m kobe
yeah i ball forever, i’m gin0bli
i’ma be rich, rap or not, off the b-tch really sellin’ tw-t
if you didn’t rap you wouldn’t sell blocks
[chorus]
pull up with choppers and lil n-ggas
f-ck all that drippin’, these rap n-ggas trippin’ n-gga
slap the percocet out your system
talking ’bout sticks but you ain’t never hit a n-gga
where the f-ck did y’all get these n-ggas?
you went to college and rappin’ ’bout bricks my n-gga
and you soft on a b-tch lil n-gga
she said you’re p-ssy and you pay her rent lil n-gga
i’m back on that n-gga sh-t
that pullin’ up thirty-three, pop back gorilla sh-t
that robbin and k!llin’ sh-t
that hanging the chopper straight up out the window sh-t
you rappers ain’t with the sh-t
you singing about it but you have not did the sh-t
i really done lived the sh-t
so f-ck all that drippin’, i’m back on that n-gga sh-t
[outro]
old copy cat, make believe, wannabe gi joe, never was a street gangster, went to college, had a job, recommendation, resume -ss n-ggas
old “cry me a river,” justin timberlake, “i want it that way,” “tell me why!” -ss n-gga
motherf-ckin’ me, double dare, i share my son with another n-gga -ss n-gga
old motherf-ckin’ me, sss- i need a girlfriend singing -ss crybaby -ss motherf-ckin’ me, copy cat, i wanna be five years younger -ss n-gga
old kissy kiss, i kiss thirty rap d-cks, model b-tch -ss face -ss n-ggas
old motherf-ckin me, i never sold dope, i watched my cousin do it, so i was influenced -ss n-ggas
old motherf-ckin me, geometry, chess scholar motherf-ckin’ me
teacher’s pet, but i ran up a check with a nine and a brick, while i was studying for my math test -ss n-ggas
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