BLCKK, Teenage Disaster - MASK lyrics
[BLCKK, Teenage Disaster - MASK lyrics]
Yuh, yuh, yuh, uh
Fuck with me, get smacked up
Lil' bitch wanna mothafuckin' act up
Count ten guns but none of them shootin'
Count ten thugs but none of y’all lootin'
Two shots, are you dead already?
Put your mask on, 'bouta make some money
Sit back, it’s 'bout to get bloody
Just ask yourself who’s knocking at your door
High speed chase, run away
What really happened on that day?
Shot the fat man at the liquor store
(Pew, chsk, chsk) cock back and reload it
Do you wanna talk love, right now?
Check yourself and sit the fuck down
Spiders, bitch, we run this town
Don’t talk shit 'less you wanna get shot up
Woke up with a middle finger to authority
Can’t catch me 'cause I’m
Merkin' a majority
Shut the fuck up, you cryin' like a bitch
You look like a fed, you talk like a snitch
Stomp on that bitch, put a hole in his head
Stand up to me, bitch
You’d wish you were dead
Just ask yourself who’s knocking at your door
High speed chase, run away
What really happened on that day?
Shot the fat man at the liquor store
(Pew, chsk, chsk) cock back and reload it
Do you wanna talk love, right now?
Check yourself and sit the fuck down
Spiders, bitch, we run this town
Don’t talk shit 'less you wanna get shot up
I suppose
Living like this was something that I chose
Where the body at? Well fuck it
Who really knows
Wasn’t my fault, you steppin' a little close
Yeah, shit, I told 'em
We wasn’t quicker than witnesses, our photo
Yeah, that’s me and then you and
Then the couple by the pool
Goddamn it, yeah, we’re fucked, we’re fucked
(Start the fucking car man)
Fuck that shit, I pay out myself
Pull my teeth, and go fuck yourself
I don’t care 'cause I’ve ran through hell
I been sick and y’all still can’t tell
Fuck that shit, I pay out myself
Pull my teeth, and go fuck yourself
I don’t care 'cause I’ve ran through hell
Just ask yourself who’s knocking at your door
High speed chase, run away
What really happened on that day?
Shot the fat man at the liquor store (Pew)
Cock back and reload it
Do you wanna talk love, right now?
Check yourself and sit the fuck down
Spiders, bitch, we run this town
Don’t talk shit 'less you wanna get shot up
Fuck with me, get smacked up
Lil' bitch wanna mothafuckin' act up
Count ten guns but none of them shootin'
Count ten thugs but none of y’all lootin'
Two shots, are you dead already?
Put your mask on, 'bouta make some money
Sit back, it’s 'bout to get bloody
Just ask yourself who’s knocking at your door
High speed chase, run away
What really happened on that day?
Shot the fat man at the liquor store
(Pew, chsk, chsk) cock back and reload it
Do you wanna talk love, right now?
Check yourself and sit the fuck down
Spiders, bitch, we run this town
Don’t talk shit 'less you wanna get shot up
Woke up with a middle finger to authority
Can’t catch me 'cause I’m
Merkin' a majority
Shut the fuck up, you cryin' like a bitch
You look like a fed, you talk like a snitch
Stomp on that bitch, put a hole in his head
Stand up to me, bitch
You’d wish you were dead
Just ask yourself who’s knocking at your door
High speed chase, run away
What really happened on that day?
Shot the fat man at the liquor store
(Pew, chsk, chsk) cock back and reload it
Do you wanna talk love, right now?
Check yourself and sit the fuck down
Spiders, bitch, we run this town
Don’t talk shit 'less you wanna get shot up
I suppose
Living like this was something that I chose
Where the body at? Well fuck it
Who really knows
Wasn’t my fault, you steppin' a little close
Yeah, shit, I told 'em
We wasn’t quicker than witnesses, our photo
Yeah, that’s me and then you and
Then the couple by the pool
Goddamn it, yeah, we’re fucked, we’re fucked
(Start the fucking car man)
Fuck that shit, I pay out myself
Pull my teeth, and go fuck yourself
I don’t care 'cause I’ve ran through hell
I been sick and y’all still can’t tell
Fuck that shit, I pay out myself
Pull my teeth, and go fuck yourself
I don’t care 'cause I’ve ran through hell
Just ask yourself who’s knocking at your door
High speed chase, run away
What really happened on that day?
Shot the fat man at the liquor store (Pew)
Cock back and reload it
Do you wanna talk love, right now?
Check yourself and sit the fuck down
Spiders, bitch, we run this town
Don’t talk shit 'less you wanna get shot up