Yung Simmie – Mask N A Glock lyrics

[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"