Mask n a Glock

[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 niggas 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 niggas will look over me Hard on the paint when shootin' the three Small ass nigga 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, cock 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 bitches gonna try and touch this Thinking it's enough bitch but I'm in the game Selling cocaine cause I gotta get paid Mask and a Glock, plus a little switchblade Bitch splat pap pap nigga get sprayed Click clack bra strap Aimed at your ball cap, nigga get back Stackin', bitches acting like I ain't got it Hoes got the product nigga selling narcotic Get in that loop, smoking like snoop in the coupe No roof, like a cat bitch, niggas know I'm that bitch If you act rich and get jacked That's how it be when you talking that smack Walk in the back Soon as them niggas come out We bustin' that Glock and that gat Walk with the hulk on our back We kill like a shark on attack Nigga fuck all your tats Rolling down the window, blowing on the endo With my bitches, getting to the riches Rolling deep in that stolen Jeep Bullets hit into your colon Weak nigga slowing, creep, we don't care Blow that smoke up in the air Mask and the Glock cold Kick it like Roco Fuck niggas 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 nigga hit my D.M He want me to see him But I'm a pimp, I'm a fucking Nat' Fuck what you know, I'm right where you at Mask n a Glock, aimed at your back BITTTCCCHHHHHHH!!! "Bumbumbum"