Neek Bucks, 2 Chainz - Mask Up lyrics

(Sound, Hitmaka)
(Buddah blessed this beat)

Ayy, pull your mask up (Mask)
We caught him slippin' at the light
We put that cash up (Cash)
I sent my shooter outt of
Town he caught a AND1 (One)
All that gassin' that you doing
Gon' get your man touched (Touched)
Back to back choppas in my city, boy
Don't act up (Woah)

Talkin' like you gangsta, boy
That shit gon' get you whacked up
Lil' bitch only fuck two times
She pop Percs and she get active (Woah)
Bro got the stick in the party
He don't got Corona but he like to mask up
Fuck me and get Chanel
I like her 'cause she don't kiss and tell
(Woah) i like my bitches in two's
Two twins and I know what to do (Woo)
Savage Fenty on your panties, baby, move
The pantiеs over I'ma ooh, yeah
Handsome gangsta baby whеn I got this 'fani
I got the stick but I groove (O oh)
Dirty Fanta, baby, my Atlanta baby
I get that ass in the mood
(Woo-woo, woo-woo)
You know lil' bruh he retarded, woah
Pull up and shoot with the
Left like he Harden beggin' my pardon
I don't need a key to start this foreign
(Foreign)
She wanna fuck til the mornin (yeah)
No matter how up I get, I'll still
Be schemin', bro, look at them niggas
We on 'em

Ayy, pull your mask up (Mask)
We caught him slippin' at the light
We put that cash up (Cash)
I sent my shooter outt of
Town he caught a AND1 (yeah, one)
All that gassin' that you doing
Gon' get your man touched (Toni touched)
Back to back choppas in my city, boy
Don't act up (Uh)

Mask on, Glock 19, Covid 19
Worth 19K when I was nineteen
Shoot you twice just like a vaccine
Pull your hair if you got tracks in
Up north girls like my accent
Made a profit off my passion, countin' money
Got an orgasm (Uh)
High like horse radish
Draw down like Art Basel (Uh)
Pockets on Fat Albert, they bitin'
Marv Albert (yeah)
Then I told her I'ma do you when
She asked me what I'm doin' after (You)
She replied, "I'm with her too", I said
"I'm good at math" (Math)
And I'm really doing good at
When I'm doin' bad (Bad)
Jewelry on in all Bodega with a Bottega bag
(Bag) your shooter like to brag
Your shooter don't get shot and
They gon' shoot the ambulance (Grrr)
Let me talk to 'em

Ayy, pull your mask up (Mask)
We caught him slippin' at the light
We put that cash up (Cash)
I sent my shooter outt of
Town he caught a AND1 (One)
All that gassin' that you doing
Gon' get your man touched (Touched)
Back to back choppas in my city, boy
Don't act up