Bris - Wit That Mask lyrics

Gang niggas on the Internet
Aye, nigga, I ain't into that
Aye, niggas on that Internet
(Sparky made it slap, nigga)
Aye, I ain't really into that

We gon' push the line, not a spacebar
We gon' put a sucker in the graveyard
Aye, pull up with that AR
Got my stripes in my hood like a racecar
And this chop got bass like a stereo
We gon' pull up with that mask, Rey Mysterio
Aye, I been making noise
They don't hear me though
Yeah, my circle hella small like a Cheerio

Aye, pull up with that mask
You gon' beat the case
Aye, you gon' bеat the case
They can't see your facе
Pull up with that 38
It don't leave no trace
When I let this bird off
It's gon' eat a snake
I'll do it for the cheese and kill a rat too
The hitter out the litter, niggas cat food
Pull up for Mac J and let that MAC shoot
I just want some cake like a fat dude
Aye, headed to the top, see me at the bottom
Aye, I just want some green
Feeling like a goblin
Aye, I just want some money
But it become a problem
Aye, walking with that chopper
It's gon' always solve it
Aye, thirty on my waist
It's in my jeans touching
Aye, niggas with that staring
And that mean-mugging
Everybody got pole, whole team thugging
When we let these sticks off
You ain't seen nothing

We gon' push the line, not a spacebar
We gon' put a sucker in the graveyard
Aye, pull up with that AR
Got my stripes in my hood like a racecar
And this chop got bass like a stereo
We gon' pull up with that mask, Rey Mysterio
Aye, I been making noise
They don't hear me though
Yeah, my circle hella small like a Cheerio

Aye, cutting niggas off, circle getting small
You know we got that pole when we in the mall
Aye, this is how you move
When you get involved
Aye, got that fifty ball
You gon' get it all
Aye, they didn't see my face
Mask on the camera
Aye, you don't bust that pole
Pass me the hammer aye, snitch nigga told
I was banging Fruitridge
I was in that slammer
I just bought a G Man, named it Meadowview
I'ma piss on my hands for that residue
What's up with your mans?
He don't never shoot
Pull up in my hood, I'll embarrass you
I just want a million dollars
For my mom dukes
I'm just trapping in my hood on the Mongoose
We finna blow up like a bomb do
I'm Fruitridge, this the Bloods, nigga

We gon' push the line, not a spacebar
We gon' put a sucker in the graveyard
Aye, pull up with that AR
Got my stripes in my hood like a racecar
And this chop got bass like a stereo
We gon' pull up with that mask, Rey Mysterio
Aye, I been making noise
They don't hear me though
Yeah, my circle hella small like a Cheerio