Tragic Starr - Gas Mask Lyrics

Big guns big guns
With the Gz n we moven in silence
Gang with me n wen wilding
All my young niggas loving the violence
Styling
Driving by em
Hang a pussy with the rope
Gotta big ole glizzy n it's jus for the firing
I can never give em hope
Swear to god I hate these opp niggas with a passion
Pass em
Crash em
Gas em
Mask em
Front on gang and now the bing n dem blasting
Strapped
I'm fasten
Clap em
Bag em
Need a milli trynna get in a mansion
Facts I'm cashin
Packs I'm nashing
Moving woccy nigga ain't no relaxing
Act n lackin
Mac uh back him
F*ck You and whoever with
Splash em
Gotta new gun I done done it and dip
Son uh get done on that strip
Nigga Gon run n get bun n ya brudda get hit
F*ck all dat skiddaden Diddahden duhduh
I Make shit hot till it pree like the summer
F*ck ya lil bitch she a runner
I kno its a bumma
F*ck it im back to the lick
Dippin n dodgin n fleeing n weavin
Runnin down its only me n my demons
Pray to god because my niggas uh leave en
Gun or the shells nigga watchu believe in?
Ya Bitch On my team she committing that treason
Runnin down because it's always the season
Any little thing Don't gimie a Reason
Still in the block cuz the feins n dem fiening
Marijuana smoke is potent
Big ole glizzy jus to splash em wet em like the ocean
Takin niggas VVS's now my neck is frozen
Blastin at em
Riding past em
Strapped I'm fastened
Body bag em
Runnin down for cash in gas masks
Marijuana smoke is potent
Big ole glizzy jus to splash em wet em like the ocean
Takin niggas VVS's now my neck is frozen
Blastin at em
Riding past em
Strapped I'm fastened
Body bag em
Runnin down for cash in gas masks
Niggas ain't tellin me shit
Niggas is sad
N these rap niggas mad cuz this trap niggas had they babaneezy succin my dick
I'm runnin down for a Bag I skurt off in a jag
Prolly catch a body for the lick
F*ck all dat skudda den duhduh den duhduh n shit
Gotta new gun I done I done dun It n shit
Nigga Gon run n get bun n get hit