Tokyo SeVen - Mask On

Mask On
Give a fuck what a fuck nigga be on
I can have block sending shots where his head at
Told the nigga duck, now they looking where his head at
Never gave a fuck bout a fuck nigga stay mad
Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics
My big homie shooting like Dirk we the mavericks
I'll send that boy up with his tree, Family
Clouded my blade like I play final fantasy
Seven chrome hearts on my body
No it ain't cheap like a Gatti
Young rich nigga know a young nigga got it
Love to run it up bitch I love to make profit
Coulda killed me with the glock but he dropped it
Running, running, running, running
Niggas try to run away but my niggas caught emm
Two Fah to the membrane nigga who shot emm
Running, running, running, running
Better call houston cuz you know we got a problem
Suicidal nigga wanna die so I solved the problem
Stop it, fuck them up
Talking to crazy that boa better shut up
No no no don't even talk to me shut up
Big body hummer tote big body choppas
That NLE gonna have you call for a doctor
I keep the pace up no I cannot falter
I mix the white like my name really what
I mix the white like my name really Walter
Ayee these niggas not meant for the roster
Ayee the glock make them drop call a doctor
Ayee count me a milli like Carter
Ayee boot at his chest like it's Sparta
Huh Two times Two times
Feeling like Dexter, I fuck his hoe Two times
Drac at his door boa ain't know i'm a Soulja
Finally rich like a nigga was sosa
Sosa, Sosa, hold up hold up hold up
Mask on give a fuck what a fuck nigga be on
I can have block sending shots where his head at
Told the nigga duck now they looking where his head at
Never gave a fuck bout a fuck nigga stay mad
Big pocket watching boy you can get hit up by them automatics
My big homie shooting like Dirk we the mavericks
I'll send that boy up with his tree, Family
Clouded my blade like I play final fantasy
Seven chrome hearts on my body
No it ain't cheap like a Gatti
Young rich nigga know a young nigga got it
Love to run it up, bitch I love to make profit
Coulda killed me with the glock but he dropped it
Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
Niggas try to run away but my niggas caught emm
Two Fah to the membrane nigga who shot emm
Runnin, runnin, runnin, runnin
Better call houston cuz you know we got a problem
Suicidal nigga wanna die, so I solved the problem

Written by:
Darius Schultz

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