Juicy J, Yelawolf - Gun Plus a Mask lyrics

You niggas gon have to start
Watchin' your mothafuckin back real shit

A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if you're fucked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

What you know about it nigga
This that goon shit
AK sweep a nigga house without a broomstick
So nigga come up of that bag
Or them pistols blast
With the choppa at yo house lyin in the grass
They'll rob a nigga blind if they doin bad
Duct tape around the handle they
Don't use a mag so tell em where it's at
Don't tell em no more lies
Line yo family up against the wall
And open fire
All you trap niggas are victims
Jackers gon catch you slippin
Feeling yourself, flashin and stuntin
Niggas gon' come up missin'
You trappers gon drop off that cash
You see em out here they hurtin
That gun to your back it’s a robbery
Nigga now don’t make it a murder
Too late to talk when the shit hit the fan
Got choppas on deck, more drums than a band
Gun a nigga down, leave em where he stands
Highway to hell, nigga better start praying

A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
All my goons know, that equals cash
A gun plus a mask, that equals cash
So if you're fucked up down to your last
A gun and a mask gon get ya cash
A gun plus a mask, you do the math
All my goons know, that equals cash

Walk up to your house knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off
Bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a sawed-off
Walk up to your house, knock on your door
And blow your ass off
Drop it off, drop it off
Bitch I got a sawed-off
Bitch I got a sawed-off

They telling me Yela don't swing
Look buddy don't worry bout me
If you in my lane
You end up in a drainage ditch
With the snakes and the leeches
Not a single mothafucka out here want it
Cause I never did shit but me
Its about time that I said it
Hey would I regret it we'll see
Yelawolf, I am a loose cannon
Ask David Banner how deep
I was born and raised in this shit
Momma I got manners bout me
But, I'll get dirty if I
Gotta get dirtier than
A mothafuckin piranha up in a Alabama creek
I'm hotter than you in the
Middle of the summer
Sitting in a sauna under the sun
Up in a Alabama street, shit
Rockin rollin' I got noted
I'm going up yeah I'm going
Fuck with my dreams and my people
I got that poetry loaded
My soul is sold, and they sold it
Street told and quoted
I leave that potato smoking
Look bitch don't think that I'm jokin'
Click, POW!