Mask and Gloves

Uh, uh
Plus I haven't had a talk with my mama about this, I ain't told nobody, just come on
Mm, uh, nah, DDawg, D, man, daddy gon' tell us no
I just know that, I ain't gotta say shit to him
Ayy, bitch, uh
When I let off, you just bang too, I'ma walk his ass down

Mask and gloves, mask and gloves all I need
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves

I'll tell 'em after it was me, I don't want nobody to see me now
Know I'ma hit they phone up like: Pick your partner up, when we walk him down
Niggas know how I get when I'm fiendin', I'm a demon, they just leave me 'lone
That chopper finger-fuck, bitch, she went to screamin', that's another song (oh, oh-oh, oh, oh)

My gun jammed, I started runnin', AJ tried put that bitch up on me (oh, oh)
We became gang, man, you knowin' just how we live (oh, oh-oh, oh, oh)
Hit the corner tryna chase his victim, by the police, he got killed (oh, oh)
My sister say sometimes it's frightenin', look in my eyes
She pray for me at night, she know I murdered them guys
Okay, I got one more pussy bitch just for to kill behind Lil Dave
Once it's still, this shit get sealed, then I'm gon' take it to my grave
The Last Slimeto pallbearer, on my stone, I want engraved
I paid my dues into this game, I think it's 'bout the time she pay
We gon' split this nigga now, I don't need approval, I don't wan' wait
'Fore I even changed the plate, I got a mask on top my face

Mask and gloves, mask and gloves all I need
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves (mask and gloves, mask and gloves)

I'ma make this nigga bleed, I'm talkin' soon as I catch him slippin'
And this shit been all in my dreams, I can't wait until I split him
Skully watchin' his IG, gon' let me know when we can get him
He gon' tell me where we gon' do it at, he gon' tell me how we gon' hit him
Out my clip, that be the BBs and I beg my mama to refill it
Now coke inside my jeans, 1911, this bitch hissin'
It ain't no ho inside my genes, that dope ain't right, it look like cinnamon
Pussy nigga ain't got no chemistry, they be tryna steal my literature
In the streets, I walk with many men and they plottin', they talkin' 'bout killin' me
Criss-cross applesauce, make a bitch sit down, old pussy-ass boy, you a nemesis
Bing-baow, lettin' off till the opp hit the ground, I'ma make me a fuck nigga feel this stick
Rappin'-ass nigga, I ain't got no lyrics, old weird-ass boy, I'm a realicist

Mask and gloves, mask and gloves all I need
Mask and gloves, mask and gloves (really retreat)

I'll tell 'em after it was me, I don't want nobody to see me now
Know I'ma hit they phone up like: Pick your partner up, when we walk him down
Niggas know how I get when I'm fiendin', I'm a demon, they just leave me 'lone
That chopper finger-fuck, bitch, she went to screamin', that's another song