Mask On

Uh

Joyner, Joyner, Joyner

Sober minds

Dead silence

Yuh, listen, look

I don't take no f*cking percocets

Molly, Percocets

No ecstasy, promethazine

No lean, no purple mess

No dirty Sprite but *****, I got that Kyrie Irving step

If you don't think that I'm the sh*t, it's just cause you ain't heard me yet

I'm 'bout to put my mask on, my mask on

Stick all these industry n*ggas up until they cash gone

I know you high for the moment but that sh*t don't last long

I know you wasn't expecting this sh*t but you asked for it

I'm about to grab n*ggas by the throat

I'm about to crash Lil Yachty boat

I'm about to drag n*ggas by the coat

Take out your trash, sit it by the door

Sh*t, I got the mask on me, I'm 'bout to go

I hate when n*ggas act funny when I'm alone

And try to give daps to me and tip their hats to me

And they act gully when they at home

Yeah, I don't do Xannies or Mollys

Don't come near me with problems

And don't you compare me to Logic (never)

Go listen to Sriracha

Yeah, that's Amanda to Ronda

And that's a Benz to a Honda

Yeah, that's a dance with the devil

And I ain't dancing behind ya

My n*gga, I'm a muthaf*cking entity

You don't get it, even landlords gotta pay rent to me

Gingerbread man f*ckers ain't catchin' me

Sick and tired of n*ggas sickening, depressing me

Go to church, I testify

Pray to God I bless the beat

Kanye said "Touch the Sky"

Future might come for me

But I'm a f*cking beast and if I die, that sucks for me

But where the crown I'ma kill the king

I bet a lot of haters won't feel the same

I dug the ground, I built the ring

I cut the cow I milked the game, n*gga

I should cut a hole in the sky

Make you feel the rain, n*gga feel the pain, n*gga

A lot of rap n*ggas get nervous when they hear my name, n*gga

I'm insane, n*gga

Back when you was watching Leave It To Beaver

I was crushing on Tila Tequila

I was swagging in Adidas and Filas

F*ckin' divas call 'em Venus, Serena

Signed my deal and told em Cesar's a beater

Hope you didn't think I needed you neither

Take it back and told 'em I didn't mean it

'Cause my uncle said it's cheaper to keep it

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

F*ck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you n*ggas half hard

You think you comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I come with some sh*t that'll make you n*ggas {Imitates mumble rap flow}

Like that mumble rap sh*t (laugh)

Whoo, whoo!

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

F*ck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you n*ggas half hard

You runnin comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I come with some sh*t

That'll make you n*ggas bump into me with a couple of weapons

And be afraid to get it poppin', now they duckin' and dippin', I mean

What's up with you mumble n*ggas that never say nothin'?

I'm about to make all of you f*ckers go to bed in the oven

I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother

And you ain't telling me nothing

I mean I'm very disgustin'

I mean I'm ready to bust and

Put an end to you f*cker, now what's what?

How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck

If he chucked it at every single n*gga that sucked?

Huh?

Look, all you a lie

I don't cuff no hoes, you can have my *****

I don't even mind

It seems like all these hoes wanna do is switch up

They rather be a guy

If she could suck my d*ck everyday for a living

Then that'd be her job, yuh

I said candy paint in yo f*ckin' rims

.38 in yo f*ckin' Benz

I was broke as f*ck had a couple friends

A refrigerator and a cup of gin

Let's drink it up, me and you

'Cause these n*ggas fake, and I see it too

And they try to get me to pop Percocets and Molly

And I said

I don't take no f*cking percocets

Molly, Percocets

No ecstasy, promethazine

No lean, no purple mess

No dirty Sprite but *****, I got that Kyrie Irving step

If you don't think that I'm the sh*t it's just cause you ain't heard me yet

I'm about to put my mask on, my mask on

Stick all these industry n*ggas up until they cash gone

I know you high for the moment but that sh*t don't last long

I know you wasn't expecting this sh*t but you asked for it

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

F*ck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you n*ggas half hard

You think you comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I come up some sh*t I (inaudible)

Whoo, whoo!

Mask off, run in the back door

Blast y'all hats off

F*ck is you mad for?

I catch y'all, smash y'all

Don't mean to laugh hard

But all you funny to me

None of you n*ggas half hard

You think you comin' for me but you never could last long

You don't mean nothin' to me

And I'm coming with some sh*t

That'll make you n*ggas bump into me with a couple of weapons

And be afraid to get it poppin', now they duckin' and dippin', I mean

What's up with you mumble n*ggas who never say nothin'?

I'm about to make all of you f*ckers go to bed in the oven

I go to sleep with the devil and wake up next to your mother

And you ain't telling me nothing

I mean I'm very disgustin'

I mean I'm ready to bust and

Put an end to you f*cker, now what's what?

How many CDs could a woodchuck chuck

If he chucked it at every single n*gga that sucked?

What the f*ck? F*ck!